This is how love looks (Poem)

Love makes me mad 

Love prances like a deer when she gets her way

Love can be really stupid

Love strolled into Friday morning, acting like he’d like to be anywhere but here

Love never shows up on time

Love always calls at the worst of times

Love says the wrong things at the wrong time

Love says really hurtful things when she’s mad

Love yells

Love doesn’t let herself cry until she’s locked in her room

Love would rather stay quiet than ask for help

Love pretends that she knows what’s going on with me when she doesn’t

Love asks me how I am doing, but I don’t think love cares

Love never asks the right question

Love doesn’t let me in

Love hates that I am so loud

Love hates it more when I go quiet

Love has not realized that she will never know the real me

Love realizes that I fear becoming a river, I never know when to stop pouring out

Love despises that I don’t know that peach and champagne white go together

Love placed ducks and frogs all around my house on Christmas, I found one in June

Love has repressed memories that I remember clearly

Love can’t not see liquor stores when she is driving

Love has my phone number blocked, but my Instagram added

Love pretends that he knows exactly who he is

Love looks at me like I’m not something that needs to be fixed, but someone to be healed

Love hates that I can’t see that about myself

Love always has two mismatched socks 

Love holds me like a stranger trying to remember why they walked into the room."

I swear that sometimes, Love hates me 

And worst of all, I know Love doesn't

Salvation (Poem)

Salvation is promised, Salvation is sure 
His holy and perfect love is a kind of cure 
Through His bleeding palms and through His scorned head 
The thirsty drink and the hungry are fed 
But there are nights when the devils whispers feel more like screams 
And the things I turn into idols haunt my dreams
I wake up and I begin to wonder 
If my salvation is more like thunder
If its a fleeting and temporary thing 
A flower that bloomed too early in spring
Does my dawn truly never rise? 
Forced to live in this false disguise 
I act confident that Jesus is my all in all 
But what if I’m on my hands and knees to crawl 
They drag me up in front of the altar 
I beg for forgiveness in all the ways that I falter
I am sorry for the doubts that I have 
I am sorry for the times you see me cut in half
I know my salvation is promised
But when I’m uncertain, I turn into a makeshift psalmist 
I lament to the Lord like I was formed from sludge 
I pray that He is gentle when it comes time to judge 
But I was formed from dirt 
And my God has a love that removes all kinds of hurt 
So even when I doubt, even when I lack
He hoists me up, and I’ll rest my head on His back
I’ll let myself rest until He wakes me up 
I’ll thirst again until He fills my cup
And for when I question who I am
I’ll look at the lion, I’ll look at the lamb