why does everyone want to live within the
halo of their love?
why is their future lover going to be
a golden angel, light coming off of them
in tsunamis?
i do not want him to be my Savior,
i'd be just as content with an angel of darkness,
darling would you like
to be my angel of darkness?
with those jagged edges i know
i know
you are ripped and torn in all the wrong places,
have been told so many times
you are an outcast.
but in my universe,
you are my anti-Savior,
my plot twist in "forever and always."
i want to bask in your darkness,
drink the ebony night from goblets of
the coal we walk on.
i want to swallow bits of midnight
that come alive within ourselves and
escape through the raven clouds to tell
our love story.
be my angel of darkness.