there were times when
I wish to love again
someone new,
someone better,
someone heaven-sent
then the clouds started to open
and the trumpets hit the notes
i stared at the person in disbelief
inside a package made of gold
wrapped in rainbows
and glitters was he
and I, well, was covered in dirt
he came and sat down with me,
then did the deed: we flirt.
mind you,
I have thorns and I have claws
blessed hideously with perfect flaws
he was light, he shines bright
even the coldest heart, he thaws.
one day, I saw a bird
I told him that
I used to wish for its wings
then unexpectedly, definitely unbelievably,
he started tearing his.
I gaped in shock
and denied his offer
but the wings had been torn off
he winced in pain
but still he smiled,
"Just for your love," he coughed.
i stared at him with guilt inside
"what have i done?" i thought
he destroyed himself
literally
my dream, to me, he brought.
i paced backward, away from him
such foolish and silly of me
yes i wished for someone new to love
"but this?" I thought,
"can't be."
I ran away from the light, from him
back to the comfort of my home
the darkness seemed to love me more
albeit the thought that I'm alone
I know I sought for love
and he was love himself,
but he was an angel
too pure for my soul
for I am made from hell.
YOU ARE READING
Chained
PoetryI asked you if you love me. You widened the space between your thumb and your index finger, saying, "this much" And then I asked you if you love her. Your silence made me realize that both hands weren't long enough Completed.
