
You speak of love
as if it’s a thing to burn
a common troublemaker
sent to be noosed
your conscience wiped clean
of its existence
it is your unhappy place
full of worms and
unpaid tithes
a sermon focused on
your past from a backsliding
preacher
You send it to
fetch you a pail
of clean water, it
brings you oil instead
this is your version
of love —
the kind that I
have been running away from
since we met
Originally published on Medium via P.S. I Love You.
Geez, this was s really good trE. Emotional, full of pain and strength. And I totally get it. I’ve known people who’s idea of love turned out to be anything but. 💐
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*big hugs*
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is that similar to a snake oil salesman? I never did trust preachers much, but the word is always the cornerstone when answers are needed. I’ll take the cool water please 🙂 peace and love, K
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Ah this.❤️❤️
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Nice
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If one’s conscience needs to be wiped of ‘love’, there must be a lot of guilt involved. Thought provoking piece, Tre.
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Boom! Exactly, Mags. You get me. Ooh. Thank you for reading.
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Always a pleasure, Tre. 💚
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💙
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WOWOWOWOWOWOW. Damn. Zing. And once again…..AMAZING. Truly. Cheers! 🙂
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Thank you.
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So powerful. And love the analogy of the backsliding preacher. And gorgeous emotional imagery.
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Thank you, Patty. Thank you.
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