God will let us love in Heaven
Like we couldn't love on Earth
Our souls were not built for battle
I was cursed upon my birth
Two sinners fall at the death of day
Tempted with desire
I'd give my tongue to hear her voice
The muse can't live without her lyre
"His people" haunt us in her bed
Searching for my trace
They'll set fire to a shrine of love
But I'll die in her embrace
God was with us when we fell
He watched as I held each breath
So when they came with torches, I shook their hands
Because I knew I'd be with her in death
Somewhere after Sappho
She was more than a friend
She was the fire they pledged to put out
On Earth, we prayed for the end.
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Written in Red
PoetryA compilation of poetry I wrote during high school about sexuality, heartbreak, navigating the world as an autistic woman, dysfunctional families, grooming and abuse, and more.
