Jesus once told his disciples,"Beware of the yeast of the pharisees." I guess it applied to you as well. Our love was as holy as the sacrifice of passover but as tainted and sinful as blasphemy. Who knew the one I trusted would publicly crucify me.
You had a choice, to release me and allow me back into your life, to heal all your wounds but instead you sacrificed me blindly for your demons and with those few words, you released barnabas back into your life.
Bearing the cross meant crucifying myself and I knew for you I would do it. You blinded me and led me to the slaughterhouse presented as your love.
Like Adam and Eve in the garden we had our own paradise. One that was perfect in it's own beautiful way. I let the snake of your lies deceive me and lead me to our fall. I ate from the fruit of your supposed knowledge and forgot my own Devine,what I was worth and what was mine. All because I believed a lie.
I was banished from the garden I had once fed as a tree; a source of life I had become for it until you ripped my roots out of my only foundation to feed your own selfish needs. Not for a second thinking of the damage you had done to not only me but to yourself.
The rivers I cried all those nights could baptise hell and all its demons for eternity. I fell for who I thought you were. When in fact I should have listened to the demons in my head when they told me to run as fast as the wind away from you.
Who would've thought that Adam would betray Eve in the chaos that happened all because of his words and deceit. And till this day we blame Eve for all the things women have to go through but in reality the reason why we lost Eden was because of Adam's hypocrisy and his selfish ways: leaving his own wife, flesh and blood to hang in front if his creator? What kind of man would do that to the same woman that was made from his rib?
I will never really understand how you could show me the sensitive side of you, the vulnerable side of you that no one had ever seen before and then switch on me like a Gemini. But maybe that's the way it was supposed to be. You were just a page in my history.
Jesus said "beware of the yeast of the pharisees" I now know he meant you.
YOU ARE READING
pieces of me
PoetryAfter He came into my life and left me in ruins with nothing I had to learn how to stand on my feet again. Here lies the grave of the old me the girl who thought you loved her. Here lies the pieces of me.