It’s a funny thing,
Being carved out of the very existence your soul wanted to become.
That kind of purpose
where you could be all that you were
but never more than what you should’ve had
had you left sooner.
.
And with those two sentences
I conclude the book I could never quite write but never quite close.
Here it comes, pouring out of my soul in heart-wrenching ink for one simple girl.
.
A girl who couldn’t love more
than she had learned from a home whose
values blurred into broken scriptures,
Quoted and quoted until they were
twisted and deformed–
until her
love
was twisted and deformed.
.
That choking self-hatred and shame hardened that girl’s fragile heart
until it’s darkness wasn’t satisfied with her soul.
.
Until my love for her became the gateway to heaven and Hell
simultaneously.
What a divine way to fall from the happiness I’d previously known.
.
But darling girl,
my very soul reflected back in your imperfect form,
I’d do it all again,
if I had but one hope that my crucifixion
could redeem your eclipsed soul.
Lucifer’s Halo 