why is it
i can't ask
the simple question
of what matters?
do you believe?
what, you'll ask.
then i'll answer:
do you believe
in a heart
guided by three
father, son, spirit
keeping you free
of past mistakes
broken promises made
burdens of perfection
weighed down by
self-inflicted expectations.
your look says
everything i need
and nothing i
want to hear.
i find myself
sinking into depths
of your soul
as you remind
me of love
i cannot match.
drowning in sorrows
just beyond reach
my hypocrisy suffocates
every hollow reply
i give you
each time you
caress, profess, confess
being in love
with who i
am not without
father, son, spirit.
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