You build cathedrals out of secrets, then pray inside my skin. You smile like it’s forgiveness, but it tastes just like a sin. Every word is a blade you rehearse, and I bleed because I loved it worse. You’re only holy when you’re lying, you’re only faithful when you cheat. I choke on every vow you’re hiding, but I still grind my teeth. You drag my name across the static, you spit it like a hymn. Your mercy is automatic, load the chamber, pull me in. You dress your love in ruins. I’m the sermon that you’re using. I bite the tongue you bruised in me. You’re only holy when you’re lying, you’re only sacred when you break. I’ll carve your gospel into silence, and drown inside the ache.
