She was older, more refined. Experienced a lot in her time and although she held words of wisdom deep within, it was with intellect she persuaded him. Comforted and understood the complicated, relieved and rejuvenated, she was motivated. Held the tragedy in her hands, cradled who she thought would ease the commands, but slowly faded toward the sky. It was with falsity her alibi broke free and strangled what was left to see. Suffocated him with forged repercussions and reasons why he should leave. He thought about the years before when an angel ascended from a world filled with smoke, and kissed every part of him. She became his kin and left him with an image of finality. Until the older, more refined epitome of sin disregarded his feelings of bliss and appointed a new kind of life. She opened her wings and allowed him to cry. She stood in front of her castle doors draped in red with horns and he fell for something new and appealing. Something seen as evil and endearing, unlike the angel who was a dear blessing. He figured life would be easier with her to comprehend his feelings, but what he didn’t see was that she wasn’t all she was put out to be. She had a life behind the doors, filled with years of wanting more and with her scheming ways of abhor, she tricked him into believing he would never be happier without her. He managed to live with the falsehood for a while, feeling invigorated with the sight of the devils smile, and while the thoughts of the angel proceeded in his mind, she removed them with time and he never even knew. She was too vile to be subdued and when he saw that his new living was a mistake, he ran back to his angel, but it was too late. Her wings of white were covered in red and she was crawled like a fetus upon his bed, and wet were his pillows with her tears of grief. He shook her gently and felt no relief when he saw her twitch with the touch of his hand. She opened her eyes gently and held out her hand:
“I was sent down from heaven by God to you, because he saw what kind of life you had gone through. And right when I had protected you, you fell into the hands of sin. Why couldn’t you just appreciate the gift that He had given? He granted you, me. He granted you life. He gave you a chance to prove yourself right and start over with me by your side; an angel whose wings would cover you at night. But the wings you fell into hid you from day, blindfolded your eyes and spoon-fed you hate. I’m sorry, but I waited. My heart slowly died and bled. An angel only lives when with love it is fed, and you neglected to care for what you left to die on this bed. See angels aren’t supposed to love a man –their purpose in life is to lend out a hand and help those who need it without command. But when I came into your life, you were an angel in himself. So I threw away the rules and loved you inside and out. This love caused me to bleed inside and now it’s too late. I just wanted you by my side. I wanted God to see that it’s okay for an angel like me, to love a man like you, but you took this for granted and I confided in you. When I’m gone, you must do as I say… be happy with what comes your way and never let go of something you can’t live without in real life, because if you have it in your dreams all of the time, you’ll never acknowledge it’s importance when it’s out of your sight. Thanks for allowing me to love you unconditionally.”
She closed her eyes and let go of his hand, and he sat there in her blood waiting for her to come back. He pressed his lips to her mouth and pushed down on her chest, waited for a heart beat and realized she was put to rest.
A poem written last year about a man who left his love (an angel) for someone else (an evil being)... someone older... an older version of her. After trying, she knew she couldn't compete with someone such as she, so the angel, his angel... died of a broken heart.
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