For the “Christian” Guy

Can you come a little closer?
You mentioned “God” but I still need closure
It makes it a little more messy and complicated
When the one “who made it” was the front you painted 
I thought I knew better than that 
Your silence revolted me but your indifference confirmed your extravagant delicacy; the art of using human suffering, the state of being “broken”, identifying with it, and using the other as an object to mirror your deepest shame, because your reverence to your denial is stronger than your keenness to picking up the shattered pieces of your lifeless soul you project onto others
I’m sending the act back, like a scene from a movie set as background noise
Like when you lied to my face without giving me a choice 
To be
So you could breathe my essence and see
That there are kind hearts out in the world who refuse to be labeled as frail 
Just because I had hope and I sang this to you with my eyes
You still chose betrayal 
Can you come a little closer?
You mentioned “God” but I’m still trying to get my composure 
You took away my time but you’ll never steal my essence
You’re smothered in your own pride, you’re covered in your own webbed lies