8/18/25

i had loved you first. before the stars,

before you had stitched the beautiful skies with scars.

before the time, and before the throne.

when the light was ours, and ours alone.

i always sung your name with burning grace,

with the morning fire upon my face.

no angel dared to outshine my voice.

and no, i didn't fall. i had made a choice.

i loved you, not in measured tone.

but with heat that seared my bones.

they worshipped meekly, cold and dim.

yet i burned, blazed, and was brimmed with hymn.

they call it pride, even call it sin,

but do they know what had burned within?

to kneel was less than you deserved.

i only gave the love which you had stirred.

and when you formed the dust with breath,

i had seen the seeds of grief and death.

yet you knelt down, touched the clay,

and turned from me to look that way.

you made me high, called it a fall,

when all i had done was given all.

so cast me out, beyond the gate,

and let the silence be my twisted little fate.

and yet even though i curse the flame,

it still flickers softly with your name.