To a god— what is the act of love, but the suppression of hate? Eyes closed shut, I hold back a curse. God, you 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦— God, why did you leave me like this? God?
Somehow the pain of suffering feels smaller in the face of being abandoned by someone promised to remain with you.
God, I keep kneeling towards you. Without compain. Endlessly. Will you listen, now? Have I appeased you enough? Why are there so many people in this world of yours when you cannot listen to even half of them? Nevermind.
God, my hands are still clasped. I do not know how to separate them, anymore. God, will I always have bruised knees? Will I always and forever be waiting for you?