He was beautiful, and holy.
He fell from the sky and landed at my feet,
And then stood up to ask directions.
He asked me how to get back home, and i asked him where his home was.
He couldn’t tell me, not because he didn’t want to but because
I told him neither did i, and we decided to make a new one, together.
One that we would always know where to find, so that we’d never feel lost again.
with a halo made of hair and a smile so bright i was blinded,
this angel, with words so sweet and a voice so kind,
this angel was no angel at all,
But he never claimed to be,
I assumed he was holy because of the heaven i felt when i was near him.
It never occurred to me that angels can fly, so why would this one hit the ground so hard?
It didn’t take long before i was being eaten alive,
before everything I was was stripped away in one, painful teary eyed moment,
before i found out that this angel didn’t want my heart, or my home, he wanted my soul.
There was nothing i could have done, because a ribcage is nothing to a demon’s claws.
He reached inside of me and wrapped his fingers around my entire being,
and ripped it out of me in one fell swoop.
For years, i was told that it was my fault, i should have known.
There’s only been one angel to ever fall,
and there was a damn good reason the God kicked him out.
and yet I laid beside him every night, ignoring the smell of sulfur on our sheets.
I looked away when the fire burnt my eyes,
I pretended not to feel the scorched fingerprints on my skin.
I never once asked where his wings were.
I invited this nightmare into my bed and wondered why I couldn’t sleep.
It’s been three years now, and I’ve finally learned not to make deals with the Devil.
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