Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}

• angel •

I used to think that I would be okay being alone. That I would survive without you. That I would stay sane.

I was... I was, but only for a short period of time. Then you began to cross my mind more often. From every couple of weeks, to nearly everyday, then once every few hours, till you never left at all.

You were like a drug. A bad habit I couldn't part myself from. One I couldn't get rid of nor change. I started to care again and wonder how you were doing out there in the world and whether you had maybe thought the same. You sent back memories I thought I had buried away; memories that I hadn't replayed in so long, I almost forgot how gorgeous your laugh was - or how your smile formed so elegantly upon your lips.

I forgot how your eyes shone an oceanic blue, shrouded with specks of the finest gold as the sunlight passionately shone down on you.

I'd forgotten it all, until I saw you alone in the coffee shop, sipping away at your drink. In that moment, I wished for you to look up and catch my gaze, so I could remember the feelings I once felt... but you never did.

You were the living proof of an angel, and I made the decision of letting you free.