You were like a good book,
drawing me in with your charms,
keeping me in with honeyed words
and a sad story.
Or perhaps you were like
The Good Book,
feeding me the sweetest lies
i happily swallowed,
hopes of eternal love
in our version of heaven.
I'm saying goodbye to you here
because i cannot say it to you.
You wouldn't understand why i have to.
But i do.
I've given up on believing.
I've lost my faith in you.
I want
more substantial spiritual food,
stronger than
broken promises
—still hymns to my ears—
deeper than
i love yous and babys
handed out like communion
to anyone who comes to you on their knees
for salvation.
I deserve more than a rootless faith.
I deserve more than you,
my preacher, my priest,
my charlatan.
But i'll remember
the psalms of your words,
will never forget
the holiness, the wholeness
of being near to you.
I love you:
final prayer
on these lips.
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I feel this piece perhaps could be a bit longer and play with religious imagery a bit more? Also, any suggestions for a better title would be appreciated.
I usually don't dabble in love poetry, but this has been on my mind. Please humor me.
Thanks.
-- Chelsey
Hi Chelsey,
I like the line "the holiness, the wholeness" a lot. Maybe that could be a new working title?
Let's talk about this poem when I visit.
M.
Chelsey, I loved this poem when you read it in class. I liked how you used the religious imagery throughout the piece. Great poem!
-Alex
Thanks, Alex :) And sounds good, Molly. Dr. Joy suggested both "Eulogy" and "Benediction" for the title. It was a tough call but i opted for the former.
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