maybe we are born to run wild and free under the stars and rain
maybe we are born with shattered hearts and burning lungs
maybe we are who we are for too many different reasons

They tore my wings from my body
Out of the sky I fell hard and fast towards the ground
They have deep red blood dripping down their hands, staining their own skin.
Deep scars now run down my back where my skin was torn
I can still feel the burning agony as they ripped me apart
I can still hear their angelic laughter as they asked me why I wasn't flying
I can still taste the blood in my mouth as I screamed.
You said you would protect me.
When I heard the other angels laughter, I heard yours too.
Why didn't you protect me?

I have fought so hard to not let myself open up or get attached
I cant fight anymore and I'm tired
l feel like a safe place to rest is when I'm beside you
I trust you will stay by my side for a little while
So I'll be still, close my eyes, and allow myself to be soft and weak, if it means you let me rest beside you so I can feel like the warmth of the sun is shining on me as I remember what it feels like to love

I sit still in the comforting darkness of my room
My head rests on the open window sill as music quietly plays
Shivering, I cover myself in a blanket, wishing it was you instead that was keeping me warm
I stare out the window at the stars in the midnight sky
They are as far away as I feel from you.

You were like the sky
I fell in love with the warmth of your sunlight that shone down on me
I accepted that as the sky, you werent always golden sun rays, and that you had cloudy days that would come with rain.
With your sun and rain, you made me grow and bloom. Soft petals and leaves decorated by the small droplets of water looked lovely with the sun glimmering on it. I adored what you made me, and what we were together.
I seemed to not realize there was not only rain but there were storms too, because I was caught up in how beautiful you were.
One day It hit me. Hail and rain pelting down harshly on my soft delicate petals, violent winds uprooting me, tearing me to bits without showing mercy. All that remained of me was my torn pieces.
Maybe next time I meet someone like you, I will remember even the most warm and beautiful sky has storms