Differences: A Sonnet

You ask this question of yourself all day,
with me always rolling my freakin’ eyes.
What would Jesus do you would always say,
with me questioning your beliefs and why.

You were always there, mostly talking faith.
Always so beautiful, like an angel,
sharing a bed with your little dark wraith,
we swore to always be, even through hell.

We would sometimes poke fun, you a Jesus
freak and I was the barbaric heathen.
Other times, we would fight, yell, scream and cuss
about who was right in faith and religion.

Yes, we were different, that was true,
but in the end, you loved me and I you.