I Am Not Your God

You tell me you love me

like the declaration gives you

permission to be re-birthed,

like it will open you and

make it possible for you to live

not just one, but two lives. But

I am not your god, I cannot

give you new life and I am

not willing to die so that you

might live. My words are not miracles

and neither is my love.

My love will not save you. Hell,

most times it doesn’t even save me.

So when you tell me you love me

and I cannot find the will or the words

to offer your lie back to you, just breathe

a sigh of relief and let relief wash over

you like an afternoon breeze.

Night is not so far away that

we must be afraid to embrace it.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind