EPIC Poem: Breakup so bad you become religious, by Natalia Miller

I have spoken far and wide.
In fact, I never shut up.
Disrespect is not of the sins I can tolerate.

I may overlook gluttony and greed
But on the account of maltreatment towards me,
That is not something my ears can hear or
Eyes can see.

Hypocrisy. What a funny word.
I had been told my whole life no one could ever scorn me.
I became content in playing that villainous role
I was so greatly bestowed.
And then came you.

To clarify,
This is directed at a certain you
And not all of you,

Your hypocrisy will not be judged today,
Aas for tomorrow I cannot say.
Better to pray for your sins
Before you’re swept up in the wind
Of the unforgiven.

I should have listened.
Can’t believe I didn’t listen.
So glad I could heed and warn those
Who knew nothing though.
So fortunate these brunette beauties
Could see my truth and believe me so.

We all have a similar critique.
We all said, “Good riddance
I’m glad you are no longer attached to me.”

A pathetic disgusting
Lying liar who lies
And takes no accountability.

Perhaps they aren’t my disciples
But I could make anyone follow me.
Pharisees and their hypocrisy.
That funny word.

Concerned with outward appearance
And approval of anyone near.
Desperate to spread more hypocrisy for anyone to hear.

pity, pity, pity.
You are pitiful.
It is a pity
You are now no longer useful.

I am not worried,
In fact I am washed clean.
He has His hands around me.

I’ve been nothing short of showered in love.
Every person my skin has touched– adores me…
With you, there is no such luck.

I tell her, and her, maybe her… what I tell me.
You will not be coated in worry.
For you have love.
You have beauty—my dominant trait haired cuties.

Your life will soar and fly
From this same five-digit zip code
To a European sky.

You were never at the advantage or disposal,
To be a worthless creature’s betrothal.

I give you no inclusion.
There is no rationale to be given.
I will not ask why me?
I will not prod on why I was deceived.
For the problem is you and not me.

And maybe Jesus would let you wash his feet.
You are of the same demeanor as she.
But of any illness or disease…
Stay away, for I now know you are impure– unclean.

It is not my problem what you choose to accept.
Not my job to interject or direct.
Maybe everything I knew was a lie,
Maybe I never knew who was by my side.

But that is not something that coats me in shame.
And when I hear your name,
I am nauseous.

My stomach flips and my blood curdles.
You are nothing. Less than nothing.
You have no light.
Whatever was left has been snuffed out
And only evil is in sight.

Alas, you could keep it hidden if you tried,
Since all you know how to do is beg and lie.

Maybe I am not always holy.
Perhaps I have dipped my toe in something you could deem worthy of…
Such a dark and disdained act of wickedness.

You are trying to be just like me it would seem.
However this callousness does not become you,
Your bones are brittle and your heart lacks.
And of what it lacks I am not sure,
But it is why you will never be adored.

You will leave every soul unsatisfied
More unfinished than how you feel inside.
You will grow old and lonely,
If it were of His will it will be alone that you die,

He speaks to me in the morning
And I respond in the eve.
Like I said, His hands are wrapped around me.

It is ironic, isn’t it so?
For I proclaim that I never lie, just like Lucifer,
And yet you become a shadow.

The dark cloud of which is the only caliber
You can achieve
Tension
Much tension to be seen.

You will never hear from me.
The clouds will turn
And the moon will cease
Before a word from my mouth leaves.

Directed to whom?
Who of this exposure is the worthless loser?

You held my heart and He let me go.
Placed each and every answer in my path
For me to know.

You will never be protected
Nor sworn to anyone’s love.
You are empty and bereft of being enough.

And me?
I am the envied.
The pinnacle of predilections.
I won’t reminisce
Or miss

The loss is yours.
Was never hers, hers, not even hers.
Surely not mine
And the absence of you
Can only be from the most Divine.