Devils dont Fly.

I was an Atheist, he was a Christian.

I didn't understand his believes,
and he didn't with me.
Yet we tried to understand each other,
I don't want to corrupt him with my sins, but I couldn't help but resist the warmpth of his precance.
he would prayer on his knees,
he looked so beautiful...
He would pray before eating,
and even in the sunny and rainy afternoon's.
"Would you like to try?"
He asked, his voice was soft,
angelic even.
I nodded,
I didn't understand his religion,
yet I sat on me knees besides him,
his warmpth radiating onto my skin,
his body leaned against me as he showed me how to pray to the man called 'God', he seemed so, happy.
I don't know why, but I pulled my face closer, his lips against mine as he rested my eyes, he pulled away, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬.

"I-im sorry-..." I murmured,
he didn't look at me, but I saw disgust in his eyes,
Disgust in his beautiful light brown eyes,
"I'm sor-." He cut me off,
He handed me a necklace,
a cross placed in the center,
I didn't say anything,
I only watched as he left.

I looked up at the sky and apologized to god, "I'm sorry I ruined your angel..."
It felt weird to talk to someone I never really thought not wanted to know, and yet I now regret some way, I feel guilty.

The story's he'd always tell me,
I used to scoff at them,
but I think I believe them now,
they make me feel in different,
Like a fallen angel.
he'd always say that they were once God's favorite, and yet they betrayed him, to get sent to the humans in eternal regret.

As I stare at the sky, I feel him looking down at me, his pretty eyes widened with horror and disgust in me,
like the day we kissed.

It was like he was staring at a sinner,

But I think I was his sin, too.