The tears are as hot as His swats.

Furious as His voice

Is when I tell Him no.

Doesn’t He know

When He leaves me,

Now left me,

I remain broken.

This broken I only acquaint with and to death.

I feel like I cannot

Breathe without Him.

I hate the phrase

Without Him.

How could He leave me,

If I can only be His?

The broken comes because I believe Him.

-Janelle Fallon, (c)2019