Love Was His Religion
You glanced at me,
Cracked a few jokes ..
In that moment I should of walked away,
But I didn't.
We talked for days and you convinced me,
That you were the “right one”
Because your prayers sounded like
“Me and you forever”
Whispered you loved me as young as fifteen,
Playing with words
You did not mean.
Walked in with no caution sign,
Now part of my life
And made it your duty to settle in my stream of consciousness,
I lost myself while falling for you.
You told me your religion was lacking meaning
And I happened to be it,
Because you told me if your love for me would be two words
It would not be “love you” but “Holy Book”.
Because your “love” for me was sacred and would have to be written
Into pages not
Sentences.
But then, you proved my point right
Love is rare, because we did not experience it
You took me and blinded me
Under the name of love.
Love was your religion,
And you used love's name in vain.
~A.B
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