i didnt fall in love with this boy,
not this one
                     who tore me to pieces,

and i feel like an angel ,
suffocated in white, my wings were clipped
on the first day you
                                  wanted to kiss me,

and it feels violent,
disgusting,
my halo wasn’t built just to break —

and i did not forgive you,
i never will .

because you were never meant to go to heaven.

My dear sister all of your poems are beautiful.
I see the Good Lord leading you in his Steps.
For I know that you are truly precious to him.
As well as a gift to others from our Great God.
I see your heart is for Christ and the Father.
For he uses your words to minster to the lost.
To draw them into his Mighty Kingdom too.
For he desires all to repent and come to know him.
Thus drawing them too into his Mighty Kingdom.