Letter To The Prophet

A boy by the name of a prophet, who stole my heart somehow. I fell in love with him, and now, even though I made myself distant from him, we still hate each other. I hate him so much... but I love him

I recall like yesterday,

I met you at a table,

where a boy frowned at me,

and you were the only one who smiled at me.

Then, I remember when we,

stood alone in the hallway,

and you asked me,

why I had so many lady friends,

implying I was gay,

so I asked why you had so many men.

We became friends,

you'd treat me like a girl,

teasing me about things on my face,

smiling all the while,

and staring at me when it was just us,

always making me feel annoyed, 

which you surely enjoyed. 

And one day, you did question God's existence,

and I just said thats why it is faith,

and soon, you called me Godlike

though you meant I was gay,

you were so dumb.

Now I feel numb,

I can honestly say,

I feel a different way,

then I did back in Eighth. 

You began to feel I loved you,

before I even knew I did, 

and you shielded your eyes from mine,

and went out of your way to walk backwards,

or look another way, 

but I could see you fighting a huge smile.

All the while.

Dating the girl, 

who became my best friend,

and we both would talk about your stupidity.

People said things, sorta became a trend.

I wish you would have listened to me.

People told me how you cringed at hearing my name,

and then we were never the same. 

You hated me more daily,

and I worked to love you.

You gave me a Valentine, telling me Jesus loved me.

I knew that already.

You became obsessive,

talking about me,

and coming up with delusions,

and fake reasons for your abusive,

hateful words,

and a man screamed at you for your abuse,

and you wept. 

You are not ready to accept your true feelings I see,

I accept that you are trying to flee,

but serendipity lead me to learn it is destiny,

for you and me to be connected forever,

and God always proves he is right. 

So one day, you'll look back,

and see we lost track,

and we can end this fight.

And then we can unite,

and then you'll feel like a whirlwind has lifted you.

Because what has kept you from true love will be through.

So until then,

take a break,

take a breath,

and I'll pray for you,

because I love you,

and you made me love God more,

and you made me explore myself.

Now I know what you don't,

it is ironic how you claimed to be Christian,

a small mistake I guess.

Author's Note

This is not supposed to be structured, just saying.