I wasn't angry when she said "bless you"
I was more angry she didn't desire me as a partner
That she didn't desire me the way I desired her
I wasn't angry when she said "bless you"
Because she meant it sincerely with an open heart
But nothing more, the weather taps on the window in disappointment
I wasn't angry with nothing more
She wished me the best of her belief system
There was no malicious intent in her honest rejection
"Jesus loves you" was her form of compensation
"Jesus loves you" as consolation, a hand on the shoulder with a head bent
And looking downwards wondering where Jesus was all those past alone times
All the times bless you meant "I have a boyfriend" or "not looking for anyone"
Jesus is an inflatable teddy bear
You have to keep it filled with gaseous delusions of your improbable fantasies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem