My favorite part
about you
was how soft you were
on the inside
Everyone could see it
You blanketed yourself
in your own sadness
and sweetly sheltered others
from melancholy
always there
to lend warmth
to cold thoughts
gently swaying opinions
until everything
fell.

I can collect seconds
like petals of a flower
and hold them in my hand
and breathe in the sweet
sickly smell of memories
that Thursday afternoon
When I watched
the world end
in your arms
What a myth
to even assume I
belonged there
in the first place
or that how
I felt when your
lips pressed against mine
was something
wicked lovely
because when
I look back at it now
all it is, is sad.
But then sadness
can take over
So when your
pretend "Love"
enters my brain,
I gather it up
because I have never
felt like
that before
and surely
I must be mistaken
but your mouth
Spoke words
that hung heavy.
Empty the air
but I'm really sure you really did
mean it once. I mean
it doesn't mean
anything anymore.

When the skies
have painted themselves grey
and you have cut away
all hope of silver lining
I will reach
through the cold sheets
of rain
and find your fingers
and even if
my the world ends
I will not let you
paint the sky black
and even if
I am out of my mind
I won't let your wet fingers go.

I fell from the heavens,
with a trail of fire.
I landed on the cold Earth,
Then came the singing of the Choir.

They sang of blood and death.
Then they suddenly stopped.
They told me to look behind me,
When I did, My heart stopped.

Sadness came over me,
My angels wings were gone,
But then I realized
That I'm not the only one.

Others surrounded me,
I thought they were a fable,
Now I know they aren't
'Cause I'm a fallen angel.