They say broken hearts cut only those who rush to pick them up..
if that’s true, you’d need seven Band-Aids to pick mine up
cos I’m currently engaged to grief _ over you..
Only you never really left.
you’re right here, with me..
Riding the elevator to heaven we affectionately adorn as church..
Tension!
Nevermind the tension growing
whenever we meet, is so thick even Delilah would need some help trimming .
I mean, there are only as many blemishes God has to handle..
Some sin(samson)s just have to sink into oblivion..
like ours….
so smile.
Let’s smile at each other and save face..
like it never happened..
Let me smile to forget you asked for my heart with Solomon’s songs..
that you borrowed my lungs to breathe your air in,
exhaling lies into mine..
No, let’s smile..
Everyone else is watching
and the Saints love our hallelujahs in white painting.
Please tuck the hurt in your sleeve
tied up in Sunday’s vest
and let’s raise our hands in dramatic worship
they say that’s when ‘God loves us best’!
..and though the air between us is so stinky
you can smell resentment cloaked in awkward rigidity,
let’s smile..
like it never happened ..
you and I…
we never happened……
~sheyla~