i stopped believing

i stopped believing in miracles,
stopped trying to walk on water,
too afraid i would sink, or fail.
i stopped beliving the world was beautiful,
who am i to try and change you're mind?

i stopped seeing angels,
only unoffecnsive pictures, and porcelain figures.
is my faith supposed to be so childish?
i traded my longing for maturity,
my innocence in favor of a "real world"
where that kind of shit isn't real anymore.

i started calling my questions empty,
i stopped believing in answers,
in a God that wants to talk to me.
love turned to cliche, we screwed it up,
nothing makes sense to me anymore.

so i was reading "walking on water"... then i was abruptly inteupted, so i wrote this. long story short.