Monsters Inside My Head

Her - My Secret Desire, My Angel

Those eyes, they're so magical

I get lost in them.

Hair so long and shiny,

my hands yearn to be entangled in it.

That laugh, my god it drives me wild

her voice belongs to that of a siren--it cast a spell on me.

Surely she is not of this world,

how could that be?

My pain is gone when we're together

and should it return, her kiss will heal me.

No, she is not of this world.

She was sent from heaven to protect me from myself

I, too, was sent to protect her from herself

I will heal her sorrows, for no one is without pain.

Though I dare not call myself an angel, I will nevertheless protect her from harm

I shall be her shield, and she my medicine.

Yet no one knows of our love--of my desire

dare I speak of it, I will be in danger

I cannot speak of my love

and it is killing me inside.

My chest hurts so much, I ache for her but hurt because of them

they will not understand,

they will not accept.

It does not matter, because my love is real

my desire is real.

I am not sick, I just happen to love a girl.

No love is wrong, lest it lack consent

for if there be a god above, surely he would not frown upon love.

Would he not want his angels happy?

I would like to believe so, yes

and happiness is never wrong.

It is all the truly matters,

for if you have not happiness, then what is there to live for?

When I had not happiness, my life was void and meaningless

I wanted to die

there was nothing to live for.

It was a dark cave; I lost all hope

it almost consumed me.

I was weak, but then she came.

She held my hand, and I found my happiness

her love healed me.

I am still healing, but my strength is returning.

Now it is her happiness and hers alone that is of the utmost importance

because she is my desire,

my angel.