I'm weary of this paralytic liturgy.
I guess it doesn't matter how many of her pictures you like. Or how many people you love {or love you} or who you favor or have over. You're not mine & I'm not yours. That's the end. I release my heart of this; I've released you a thousand times over this at the foot of my brokenness & crossed beams. God, do you even still hear me? This irregular heartbeat?