You were hard as nails,
so cynical.
Love doesn't exist,
it's just a social construct,
you would spit with venom
then flash a coy smile.
It's an abstract concept,
you hissed as you twisted
the end of your hair
round your finger and you thought it twisted all the boys too,
to wonder how someone so cold
could look so sweet.
Like the apple in the orchard of Eden
crushed between the jaws of Eve.
It gave you a kick to think that your rare kiss turned them to smoulders
while you sat there like frost on the cusp of a Monday morning.
Never feeling anything,
you were untouchable.
Young puppy dog eyes meant nothing.
It gave you power to know you wouldn't be held down by them.
You never wanted to be.

And even after you first kissed him, touched him,
a thought was not spared on him.
Until then you looked into his eyes
and realised he was an angel
in disguise.
All at once you noticed where his wings touched the crook of his neck
and how the glow of his halo eclipsed the sun.
Eclipsed your whole world.
It was all you could see and they told you to stare at it would damage you,
but oh you couldn't look away.
Not for a second.
And you fell for him,
Like falling from heaven.

But he caught you on your way down.
Because it wasn't like they said,
it wasn't all heart break and lies,
another girl, like those other guys.
It wasn't all blackmail and force
with no love, no remorse.
It was feather soft
and tender.
Small kisses peppered on cheeks
lips and noses
all over.
It was fast, it was quick
with so much feeling it almost hurt.
But he made the masochism you preach.
With you,
he made heavenly sin,
on his knees he worshipped you
like the ancient gods,
he had never believed in.
But he had faith in you
and he gave you wings
like seraphim.
Like him.
He made you fly.

Oh and now you love him
like nothing else,
more even
than you love yourself.