Your wrong,
They say, using a few words to sharpen
The knife of cruelty.
You’re wrong,
They say, pressing the blade against
the thin string of life that holds me.
You are wrong,
They say, using a few sentences in a book
The symbol of rebirth turning into
damnation.
You are so wrong,
They say, pressing their lies and wrapping
The noose around thin scared necks.
You are not wrong
Your heart says, clinging to the ones that give you life.
The one that keeps life in your scared lungs.
You are right,
Your love says, holding you close in the dark night
The shield from the rest of the worlds damnation.
You’re right,
Your soul says, clinging to love
The light that guides you away from the cliff.
Your right,
Those who love you say, holding warmth in their hearts.
The one that loves you the way you are.
Love is love
and nothing they say can take that away.
