Day: Sep 15, 2022

The door of the old church was heavy,

But you made sure I got in right after you.

Why do all of our stories sound saintly?

I bet nobody really believes they are true.

You might even remember your words

Or how you made them sound like an oath.

Love was not something we could afford.

We knew one day it could drown us both.

Still, we swam in these deep waters,

And each time you vanished, I followed.

I told you about the curse of my father

While your sentences stayed hollow.

I would have chased you as the end was nearing,

I would have made you a part of me.

People showed up as you kept disappearing,

But I did not care about their empathy.

Whenever you returned, the scars closed,

And my pain got brushed under the skin.

I knew that one day I would get disposed.

Still, I craved your love like it was a sin.

-Jackie