knowing what you had to do
to prove that you were capable of loving me righteously
by not asking for it,
by not caring about
what I don’t have;
seeing past the rumours the misinterpretations misunderstandings
his lies her lies their lies
the lies of the world
lies that have been told so often that even I began to believe them
& feel them.
& act accordingly.
but you saw past them
not seeing what you want to see
you were suspecting,
somehow squeezing beauty out of
what I thought was ugly.
exposing what I didn’t know was inside me.
I have to admit to
not feeling that I deserved your affection
but I learned to be obedient.
and who am I to be loved so righteously-
needing you the way Adam needed Eve
and who am I to be loved the way God meant for me to be loved
Only He knows.