You Are Still My Poem

You are still my poem

My song, my prayer, my secret

Songs never came easy to me until you disappeared

Without a hand to hold I had to pick up a pen instead

Now my pain is praised because it matches a melody

I whisper your name in prayer

I pray to a god your father uses as an excuse for hatred

I beg for your wellbeing to the god he taught you does not tolerate our sin

You traded heaven for my lips

I traded heaven for your soul and when we meet again in hell I will still ask you if it was worth it

Keeping your secret was the last thing you ever asked of me

I call it a question but the truth is you said it like a threat

A secret for a secret

I told my secret and in doing so took your power

I replaced it with one that you can never use against me

My secret is that you are still my poem

My secret is that every time I play my guitar I am still playing it for you

My secret is that everytime I hear sirens God hears your name

My secret is that there is a stranger in the hall who knows me better than my own best friend

My teacher said that to love is to remember and it is for that reason I am terrified I will never stop loving you

You are still my song, my prayer, my secret

You are still my poem