you whispered in my ear that i was an angel; i thought that if opposites attract, you should be the devil. i laughed, surely i couldnt be the angel when your white-blue showed around you, glowing like you were a star, when you bring life into my dead soul. but as i stare down from the clouds, i see. the constellations spell out your name, and each star is burning. burning, like your Hell fires.
i have fallen for the Devil, such as He fell for sin. condemned am i, to a life with my heart being prodded with it still inside my body. i bleed out, paint yourself with it. Great One, bring me to the earth from which you came, from which you were banished; perhaps now we can be together in that way.
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eleven ten
Poetrya series of missed wishes, missed time, those missed. cover photo by me
