Poisoned love

 A Christian and an atheist,

Whose love is forbidden.

One blocked by Christ,

One bound by Satan.

“What do I do?” one says.

“I must transform him,” the other says.

Because that’s how a Christian thinks.

But… what if he doesn’t want to change?

What if he has a reason?

So she texts:

“Hey.”

And he responds:

“Can we call?”

But she feels a bit anxious.

So she asks him the forbidden question:

“Why not Christ? Why Satan?”

But he can’t answer.

Two religions.

Two backs against the wall.

But one is drowning in self-hatred,

Mad because she couldn’t change him.

The other is mad because she asked.

So they part ways and walk.

But soon,

One of them learns to fly—

To open up,

To tell their life story.

And the atheist says:

“It was my mom.

She was a Christian…

But she wasn’t a good Christian.”

So now the atheist thinks all Christians are bad.

And the Christian knows

The atheist just needs proper love.

So she prays for him that very night,

Repeating:

“God, please help me make this right.”

A love that was forbidden,

But has now shifted.

A love that was broken,

But now is gifted.

The atheist changes his life,

Because he doesn’t want to meet the bounds of hell.

The Christian, who’s been forgiven

For walking through the fire—

She shines.

Because against all odds,

He let her in.

And the fire stopped burning her.

And the weight was off his chest.

The light began to burn

Not in anger,

But in hope.

And those lovers were now set.

So here we are again—

In this same boat.

A Christian girl.

An atheist boy.

Born to love each other.

Forced to hate each other.

Intertwined through their differences.

A girl who was taught:

Love is a fight.

And a boy who was told:

Love is cruel.

Someone who was broken,

Burned,

And hated—

Now slowly learning

That love is not begging.

And love,

Truly,

Is not cruel.

                                    - love, R0ckstar💫