"Can you see my wings?"

"Yes"

"I'm a monster"

"Those aren't the wings of a monster"

"Then whose wings are they"

"Those are the wings of an angel"

"And what do angels dream of?"

"I... I don't know"

"Angels dream of becoming human"

There's no love in my life
which caused the death of my heart.
I can't even begin to explain how much it hurt
when you ripped out my heart and tore it appart.

Our eyes locked,
Time was non-existent,
We were in the moment.

My eyes,
Trying so hard to pierce hers,
"What was up with this intense eye contact?"
I thought -
Her hands found my cheek,
So I placed mine on her head,
Feeling her hair twist around my fingers,
They didn't want to let go of my fingers,
Just like her eyes kept mine focused on hers

She giggled as my fingers went down her neck,
She liked as my fingers caressed her skin,
And then she closed her eyes,
And leaned,
Mine closed unexpectedly
And I began to close the tiny space between our faces,
Then -
Magic.

Fall straight in line-
I make my
definition of normal!

Stop
Honoring
Your
Hurts
and
Pain.