happy.

happy

How beautiful, the way she admires you
As you trace circles with your thumb onto the palm of her hand
Like a feather, you calm her oh so gently

Another day she spends believing she was a fallen angel, and you were helping her fly again.
She loved the taste of your sweet words
Like a drug, you flooded her mind

Problems arose when you treated her as if the world was full of better angels, who wouldn’t waste your time with broken wings
She thought she was a freak

Post-traumatic, you abandoned her
Yet she still yearned to feel your touch even though she knew it would only burn
Like an addiction, she went through withdrawal.

Ripping off her finally healed wings, she swore to never try to fly again

Y
ou managed to break an already broken angel

And you wonder why she can’t be happy
-P. Nerd

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