I hate you out of love
I do this for you. I do this for God. I help you. This is out of love.
I was taught to yearn for the prince of my dreams while they sat a gorgeous princess next to me
But the moment they saw my hand in hand with hers was the moment I questioned if there was a God.
They diagnosed me ill while religiously pouring holy water onto us as if they can pray away what God made.
We buried ourselves away fearfully hiding fearfully loving.
Punishing our instinctual way of natural love
Made us believe we were wrong. Taught how to invalidate with ease
I declared myself a liar.
I deemed her a falsifier.
They put ashes on our forehead but could barely touch us with disgust
They purjed the demons that we called our love
I bellow out God hates me. He hates my love. Where is this God of love while you tear apart ours?
They reply with a smile so high
I do this for you. I do this for God. I help you. This is out of love