Flower Crown | Completed✔

Eight

Here I stood, at my usual place behind the oak tree.

My eyes wander at the ragged swing slowly dancing with the gentle wind

Yet the feeling of lost and bleak atmosphere around the park isn't as bliss as you were here,

Though you felt nothing but throes of agony,
You were strong, always beautiful

I admired you,

Funny how a fabled angel, how stories say they were glorious and well-favored than almost all of the felicit mythical beings, can love a depreciate mortal.

But in truth, we aren't perfect no matter how everyone thought we are.

Each of my being are scarred, each of us were broken at some point

We were the monsters ourselves that scared us the most.

Most of us were once like you, scared and lost.

But do you know why we still became angels?
Why we were still granted of staggering beauty after all of those scars?
Why we are still here on earth, not to suffer no more but to protect characters like you?
Why, even after those horrible thoughts we once have, after all the days in eternal perdition on earth,
we were still promised of peace and everlasting love and security?

Because we have a pure heart,
We are worth it and beautiful.

We were Angels, not because of luck or by choice,
But because we know the pain you went through, and it became our duty to protect mortal innocence like you.

You, dearest love, were my duty.
You were the one chosen for me to protect. And I was glad, yet I have failed.

I no longer would have my wings, a promised return if we were to succeed our task.

In truth, I never wanted those wings, I don't need them.

Your existence is the reason how I can aviate, a feeling of fondness.

But I no longer can think, I no longer can fly without you.

Worthless.

That's what I was, the word that no angel should feel or use towards them.

But I am.

Worthless
Would be my name.