When You Think I Don’t Hear

Every word you speak
Is a knife in my back
Every curse you utter
Is a blade to my neck
Just a nick, just a prick
Just a big little gash
Just a feeling I get
Just the things that I sense
Nobody told me
It’s not a mere guess
This isn’t mere research
Nor is it a test
It’s the heart of a lion
The mind of a saint
The life of a sinner
With minuscule faith

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The Truth Is

What can I say? That you’re smarter than me? Braver? Stronger?

The truth is, you are. You’re all of these things, and I’m just…not. I’m certainly no match for your intellect. But my heart is sincere, and there is no guile in my motives. That’s also the truth.

Sorry if I’m a little rough around the edges. There’s so much I need to explain, and I’m trying to figure out how. Polish_20200524_163150699.jpg

Let Love

If I spoke in many languages but did not have love, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. If I could see into the future and fathom all mysteries and knowledge with great wisdom but didn’t have love, I would be nothing. If I gave all I possessed to the poor and even sacrificed myself as a martyr, I could boast about it–but if I didn’t do it for the sake of love (for the love of others, rather than for myself), I would have gained nothing.

When I was a child, I talked and thought and reasoned like a child. When I grew up, I put away childish thing. Right now, we see things imperfectly, like puzzling reflections in a mirror; but someday we will see with perfect clarity. Right now, I know in part; but someday, I shall know fully, even as I am known fully.

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Only three things will last forever: faith, hope, and love, and the greatest of these is love. Let love be your highest goal. – St. Paul

Whatever You Think

I’m such a mess
Can you believe it?
It’s true
You might not have known that
Or, maybe you knew

Maybe you figured it out
Right away
Perhaps that’s the reason
You saw me that way
Not an A, but a C
A C-minus at that
I suppose you were right
I suppose I am

I suppose I’m barely
A seven or eight
I might just agree
I’m not that great

But my heart is earnest
My motives are true
Whatever you think of me
I’m always for you

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Into Pieces

This is my heart

As it tears into pieces

All of my strength

All of my weakness

All that I’ve left

And all that’s behind

Is missing and mangled

And tangled inside

Everything’s broken

Yet everything’s whole

Things that I feel

That you’ll never know

A heartache so sweet

And I don’t have a reason

But this is my heart

As it tears into pieces