I'm sick of you sending me Biblical verse
as if they are a cure-
rather, from your lips a curse.
For what could be worse?
I am not found in a page outworn-
I am found in the midst of a storm,
treading water as the King cries out
for me to walk
follow believe.
You send me words
but I drown in the thought
that you never felt an inch for me
and look at how far I've got.
I want, need, to wish you had never said hello-
For I will never be what you want
simply a sister in a large family
I cannot fulfill this companionship
when I want the body and not the bread.
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