You told me talking about spirituality was the most visceral thing someone could do
Needless to say I wanted to get visceral with you
And I don’t get visceral with just anyone
Ok, maybe I do
But not spiritually
Not in a way that reveals me
Makes me want to curl up in fetal and just want to be held
No talking just rocking to soothe my spiritual wounds
“I love you. I trusted you. You were my friend, my family, I needed you.”
But how can I come to you when you tell me I’m sick or going to hell?
How can I sing with your hand around my throat? How can I dance when you’re standing on my toes?When your broken heart broke mine
Cracks let light in and I was able to hold the world