Melted Ice-Cream

As I’m eating my eggnog icecream, it begins to melt and for a second I just stare because that's exactly how I felt.

Heat traveling to a smooth creamy surface that is fairly solid, causing it to become liquid. Just like me and him plus my faith. The three couldn’t coexist in peace. At some point when it all started I was smooth and solid while a devoted spirit dwelled within me. But one kiss by him and I melted.

The heat of Lucifers’s hand laid upon me as I became comfortable in sin. The flames escaping hell’s champers not only made me melt but it scorched me. Leaving behind scars and burn marks.

Actually I don’t feel like melted icecream. I feel like ashes. As what I believed in crashes. On my skin you can see the patches.

No he’s not the devil and he’s not to blame. It’s not all his fault. I can make my own decisions. Maybe this is an exageration but my circling thoughts just won’t come to a hault.

Because sadly I describe me and Christianity as an on and off relationship. And after me and him, me and God haven’t been the same since.

Well let me get back to my icecream before it melts…