You Still Love
I see you
broken and bleeding
A goddess of heart and acceptance,
arms stretched wide upon that cross
Taunted by the stones and thorns of your life's work
Yet you... still love
I see you
persecuted by history and lies that
hold him hostage
That petite idol that shines from his neck to mock you
No sentiment to the fiber of tolerance you created
Yet you..still love
I see you
A mother, a writer, a goddamn warrior for hearts
That bruise and ache and scream for a reverend of a different sort
To claw their way out of this position at the altar
Yet you..still love
I see you
A spiritual tool, with a fervent ramble
Crimson tides seeping from your eyes that to me,
are open wider than his corruption of a busted faith
Yet you..
Still
Fucking
Love.