He said your name,
and part of me crumbled inside,
hating how you still had that effect.
But was quickly erected back to life,
Because I am not Samson,
and though you were practically Delilah,
you may cut my hair all you wish,
But I will still receive grace.
Because before that moment,
I hadn’t spared one
thought about you
previously in the day.
But then I started to cry,
because that is what healing truly feels like.