Who I was

Who I am

My heart was holy

Until you took away the praise

and showered me in pain.

Pricked me like a hug from a cactus.

You broke me like bread

and didn’t even lather me in butter first.

Dry, cracked and crumbled.

Now, I’m stale.

Bathe me in the river.

Let me by holy again.

Baptize me back to life,

My savior. My holy human.

Give my heart it’s innocence back.

I miss it.

I miss believing in the best

even when I only saw the worst.

I miss the old me.

The me that was sweet as pie.

Warm and gooey.

Goodness oozing from my soul into you.

To every heart,

dead and alive, I love you.

I want to grow up

but stay forever young.

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