A silly little pen trick

One I'm not sure I will ever fully master

Still reminds me of you

That beautiful smile you hid behind

Caramel colored hair

Eloquent curls but wicked and twisted

Just as the lies you fed me

Those petite hands

Soft and delicate

Pulling me deeper with every touch

Your tantalizing curves

Spun a web that caught me naive

I called myself the Devil's son

Found in the presence of God's favorite Angel

The bullet that damaged your wings

Causing you to fall from Grace

High upon that unreachable pedestal you stood

Looking down at all those I placed below you

What a child I had been

Even when you went away

Never to return

At that space you left in my life I knelt

Praying to whatever god may listen

To bring you back

And the delusion of happiness I felt was real

Blinded by a cruel light you'd shown so bright

A shrine I had built all this time

Following a distorted religion

A delicious poison served at too many services

No longer will I follow a path with no end

The ice you left on my heart has melted

Relapsed from the addiction you created

Finding happiness without your presence comes easier

So as I twiddle my pen

With more failures than successes

A smile crosses my face

For as I walk my new path to my dreams

I will fall numerous times

But with each rut that brings me to my knees

Never again will I be reaching for an absent hand

It will instead fall in to the open palms

Belonging to those with true beauty and real grace

Caring for a broken man

That offered pieces of his shattered heart

To a hungry crow, calling itself an Angel

Encouraged by their hearts filled with everlasting love

For they were the spark

That lit my own hearts fire

Flames rising higher and higher, lighting up this world

Lending warmth to all, and those who lent me theirs for too long

It is my turn to shine

So from your shadow I step

In to a brand new world

Mine to create

Mine to shape

For true Love to Live