By alarminglytired
I am never going to love you.
It is a rebellion whispered in the dark;
an unholy desire that clings to my soul.
An act of defiance against the heavens above.
But when I see you with that lopsided grin,
it transports me into a dream, a reality in which I am not allowed to
exist. Yet my heart trembles at the thought of holding you close, for I
have been taught that love like this
shrouds my soul in blasphemy.
The weight of my faith binds me in chains,
each glance, each brush of skin,
a reminder of the cross I bear.
The whispers of angels turn into mocking echoes
as I pray for absolution, for a way back home.
Why can’t you see
how you slip through my defenses so easily?
No matter how fervently I pray,
you linger, a sacrilegious thought in my mind.
I live in a world where loving you is a sin I dare not confess,
and my heart aches like a sacrificial lamb,
caught in a storm of desire and dread,
as I tread the fine line between heaven and damnation.
My heart is a battleground
where devotion wrestles with despair,
and each pulse is a prayer laced with anguish.
For the love I crave is a curse in disguise,
a divine comedy played out in shadows,
and I am but a sinner,
lost in the depths of my yearning for you.
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