I went 

To church,

Saturday evening,

A week before 

Easter.

I knelt

In the confessional

And I told the priest

I loved you.

And that 

You are a woman,

Just like I am.

And I knelt

And I cried.

And he prayed,

And inside I died.

But he didn’t 

Give the advice

I thought he would.

He told me,

Not to pray for these feelings

To leave,

But to be

The best friend

I could possibly be.

I knelt 

And I cried.

And he prayed,

And inside I died.

He didn’t tell me

I was confused.

He didn’t tell me

About 

Adam

And 

Eve.

He just told me 

That I couldn’t be with you,

And these feelings wouldn’t leave,

So I had to be,

The best friend,

I could possibly be.

So I knelt

And I cried.

And he prayed.

And I stayed alive.

Because now,

I’m here with you,

And you’re here with me.

And I’m being the 

Best friend,

I can possibly be.

So please don’t hate me,

For writing you this poem.

Because you make me feel safe-

The closest thing i have to home

Love,

your best friend.