Self Portrait of A Hypocrite
13 If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
One shall not love for what they don’t have, then I should never have loved you. For I lied, drank, smoke, failed, and not being good enough, parting was the only answers. Maybe our hearts weren’t made to pump blood. Maybe our love were made for flaws. You’re my lover but my eyes are closed, you’re my poison but my blood is tame.
See you when our eyes accidentally steal glances. For a second or two, therefore I have shut both of our mouths where our lips should’ve meet.
