🖤 “I Lost My Faith Between Your Pages”
I should’ve been safe.
I should’ve been untouched.
Just a reader,
nothing more—
a stranger peeking through ink
into someone else’s world.
But your story didn’t stay on the page.
It crawled into my chest,
wrapped itself around my ribs,
and whispered a love
I foolishly believed
God would protect.
I watched them choose wedding colors,
laughing softly,
building a future
brick by fragile brick.
And I felt hope—
real hope—
a dangerous, addictive thing
I shouldn’t have held.
Then you sent him away.
To war.
To fear.
To a place where even prayers
start shivering.
And something inside me snapped.
Not because he left her.
But because God didn’t stop him.
Didn’t shield a love
that asked for nothing
but a chance to exist.
Tell me,
what kind of universe
lets two souls bleed for each other
only to watch them drown
in the name of duty?
What kind of god
looks at a love so pure
and still chooses
silence?
I slammed the book shut—
but it was too late.
The darkness had already seeped in.
My faith,
my trust,
my belief in love’s protection…
all of it cracked
under the weight of a story
that wasn’t even mine.
And now I’m left grieving
a heartbreak I never lived,
mourning a future
that belonged to fictional hearts,
yet somehow
buried a real piece of me.
Tell me…
how do you pray again
when the God you prayed to
couldn’t save the only love
you believed in?
And how do you love again
when a story—
just ink and paper—
taught you
that even the purest hearts
aren’t safe?
