The Gospel According to her

The Gospel According to Her
by _Naviere

She never believed in scripture.
But I followed the gospel according to her.

She didn't pray.
She didn't kneel.
She didn't ask to be loved but people did anyway.

She was never quiet, but she kept her secrets buried under perfume and silk.
She loved in riddles, hurt in silence, and walked like she knew every man would follow.

To her, love was not holy. It was hunger.
A beautiful game. A blood sport dressed in Dior.
And I played it over and over until I forgot what mercy felt like.

There were sins I couldn't resist.
And she was all of them, in heels.

One kiss felt like damnation.
The next, like salvation.

But I couldn't tell which was which
until it was far too late to leave.

She was the kind of girl who made you forget the commandments.
And I was the kind of boy who would've rewritten every law just to keep her looking back.

But even love has its limits.
Even gods fall.

And what remained between us was not forgiveness -
just a beautiful wreckage of desire, loyalty, and ruin.

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The Gospel According to Her is a story about a girl who refused to be saved - and the boy who mistook her for religion.
It's about obsession disguised as devotion.
And love, not as a gift, but as a weapon.

This story is not soft. It's not clean.
It's for the open-minded the ones who've stayed too long in wrong places,
who've made poetry out of pain and never asked for happy endings.

I'm still learning. I'm still figuring things out as I write.
But if you've ever followed someone too far,
if you've ever believed love would make you whole
this is for you.