Love was her religion but
she tried to convince every man she met
that she was an atheist, non-believing.
At night, she’d sob her prayers to a god
in whom she no longer believed
preferring instead to believe the word,
written in the hand of a man
was full of lies because sometimes
it’s easier to accept lies than search
for truth. And sometimes it’s easier
to accept that religion just isn’t for you.
Peace & Love,