He was an angel
With dark broken wings.
His pain was venomous
And love torturous.

His dark side
Never showed.
He never wanted it to-
It would hurt me too much.

He sent off a mysterious vibe.
No one ever saw his black wings,
Hidden by his leather jacket.
But someone eventually did
Taking it off and revealing him.

Scars and bruises marked his body-
He’d been hurt and broken.
I never realized I wanted to hold him,
Love him,
And mend his jagged pieces.

He had a dark side-
He lived dangerously,
He wanted exhilaration,
More excitement to last a lifetime.
He was the bad boy.

I was an angel
With white wings.
I sent out happiness
And brought smiles to faces.

I had a bright side
That always  showed.
I wanted everyone to laugh,
Most of all, deep inside
I wanted him to smile

I wrote, read and imagined
Love lives day and night
I dreamed to fall hard
For someone one day.

I lived a quiet life,
No risks,
Safe and sound,
Hidden from the world.


My chances came from my words.
I was disguised by
Everyone else’s uniqueness.
I was the good girl.

We met. He was dangerous
I was cautious-
I wanted nothing from him
He wanted nothing from me.

Yet he made me blush,
He made every word we exchanged
Worth it.
Good or not.
He made my stomach go crazy,
I felt so special.
The intensity in his eyes
When we spoke
Made me feel incredible.

We were star crossed lovers,
But he was willing to do anything
To keep me.
He planted a smile permanently
On my face.

I soon learned to like him.
A crush became love
And love led me to crave-
Crave him.

I wanted to fix his wings
Make him fly again.
Fly back to heaven where he belonged.
He was out of this world-
Just perfect.

He loved me as much as I loved him.

He was black, I was white,
I was day, he was night,
He was dark, I was light.
We contrasted,
We were abstract-
Amazing.

I wanted his touch,
His kiss,
Begged for his words,
Every. Single. Day

He drove me crazy,
Insane every morning.
I could only think of him,
He affected me
So Much.

I was addicted to his words,
I needed him-
I needed my angel-
My precious Dark Angel.

He was the danger I needed,
To spark my life.
He was happiness,
I loved him so much it hurt.
He was perfect.
He was all  *Mine

I ran out of vanilla beans & rock sugar.

The porcelain bowls were left with this peculiar mush of bitterness.
An odd sharpness shuddering down into my empty stomach.
My fingers slipped:
I added a pinch too much of regret
&
a tablespoon
of sadness.

One day, airy concoctions that taste like summer memories will flit in and out of the kitchen window.

It's okay, & maybe if I am lucky someone's knee will playfully bump against mine.
Flour on noses & cheeks.

One day.