Do you know when you quit believing in me?
I remember the day you stopped living.
It’s dark now, but it was sunny that day
when you walked away.
You thought I held you back,
but only I held you close,
even while you kicked and screamed.
You believed you could set yourself free,
and so, finally, I let you go.
Free thought fills a fevered mind:
Infected heart, swollen with self love.
Do you realize what you’ve become?
The walking dead.
But my body is true food,
and my blood is true drink,
my body that was broken,
and my blood poured out
I’m still here.
I still love you,
and even though you don’t believe
And I love you,
although you don’t live for me.
so you could really live.
Well, you’ve always had a way of speaking and it seeming like you are speaking directly to me. This is no different. Thank you. I appreciate you and your words.