little bits of liam's dumb writing

1.2

we wanted all these

living in our small town.

church every Sunday

but it doesn’t feel like Jesus even knows we're here.

he'd pass through us like the mouse in your bedroom

harmless and oh.

he'd brush your hair from your eyes say “darling you're bleeding

but i’m not stopping by.”

Jesus was like your Dad in the army

who we all saw framed

surrounded by the flowers from your garden

in the pouring rain.

Jesus cried

and cried

and cried

seeing a soldier fall

and still oh why oh why oh why

is he not here at all?

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i'd sleep on the floor with my bible next to me

playing your voicemails on repeat and pretending you could see.

I left you outside cause we can't be together.

so you wanna rip through the curtain and

be with God forever.

i’d walk up the stairs to your old house,

broken chairs still outside

you’d be crying by the fire and burning old songs u wrote

from when your Daddy had died

saying that he lied

and he lied

and he lied.

i said a God is watching you.

so what will you do?

and still you cried.

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4.1

her hair would move like she was dancing with him

but her legs stayed still and she could not blink

he'd kick her knees to make her fall

and he'd tie those beads to the wall

and peering through the broken lock in ur door

i saw her body move like her hair on the floor

with her hands to her heart

always she'd pray

crying straight to Jesus to live another day

or she'd miss his cold breath on her dying skin

and the way he blew to make her spin

and she asked if God would treat her the same way