someone told me I can't be broken because we were never we.
you were never mine,
I was never yours.

I payed so much attention to what we could be
over what we were,
and now we're nothing.

its like we never laughed together
played together
sang together
or just simply sat together.

we had a together but we were never together.
we had something but now we're nothing.
we were never we.

I hurt.
not because the pain of your absence,
but the pain of what could have been.

tell me, when it's here:
will they pray at church's rear,
or flee to what feels safe—
the things that consume us gracefully?

i'm sure he's been waiting patiently.
for what has a God to lose,
when his creations, full of *****,
create and copy easily?

yet he won't strike with fire,
nor challenge rising blasphemy.

let all roam with desire,
since God has nothing to lose.