I know the truth, I know the truth, I know the truth.
But is it the truth, I ask myself?
Or a morbid lie to help yourself?
I should hate you now. Or at the very least, stop loving you. You're supposedly straight now. And religious. You must hate me now. Of course you want nothing to do with me. I'm disgusting and lesbian and I am a sin.
You must not love me anymore, and at the very least not like me anymore.
I probably disgust you as I disgust myself. A tragedy to God's will.
What if I told you, fuck god? That he is the one to blame for all of my pain? Because of God, I cannot have you. No, I mustn't love you. For it is a sin. But what if I couldn't fucking care less?
God, and his fake ass will, took you from me. How can I ever appreciate what your form of life is, when that form of life prevents me from having what I want most?
Because of God you're mine no longer. What everyone says about people like me, the ones who love so freely and strongly, are now your core beliefs.
People like me, who are no different from anyone in the world. All that differs is their type, and yet they're viewed as sick and vile and satans spawns?
I need to open my eyes and see the fucking truth.
That you don't want me or like who I am.
That everything we had was not held dearly to your heart.
That you clearly never loved me.
Because if you did, then I wouldn't be crying.
I wouldn't ever cry for you, if your love was a truth.
If your love was ever honest, God's will would be the last thing you ever gave a fuck about.
And it hurts to know, that a spiritual belief, is more important to you than I'll ever be.
