The invisible warmth of a hug that doesn’t exist
The lasting effects of words never truly said

The idea of an “angel” who’s biggest sin is gluttony
Though that insatiability is only in the comfort of saving others

Someone who, in my eyes, would never judge me for all I hold in contempt
Someone who would finally be able to recognize the side of me I hold out despite my terrors

If I idolize that “angel,” I fear I may just burn out
Even if she’s almost everything I want, I can’t help but give myself up to gluttony as well

But if I don’t chase what I’m afraid of head-on
There’s no point in saying that she’s saved me

So I’ll continue to fill myself with this enamorment anyway