i am the angel,
and the devil on your shoulder.
every time you start to let go of me,
i reappear on each side of you.
the devil in me tells me not to let you go,
bats her eyes and pulls on your ear,
tells you i am everything,
her miniskirt makes you look at her twice.
but my angel in you tells you it's okay,
that you'll find better , as tears stream down her face
you can feel her heartache when you look at her on her knees.
she's broken , yes , she's broken indeed.
you look at her and you feel everything again,
every beat of your hearts come back to you,
you give in. you miss her.
but she's not there anymore , no , not at all.
she's gone , replaced.
there is no sign left of her in me.
because you took every part of her,
and the only part that's left is saltwater on my cheeks.
you say you want me back ,
that you love me more than anything
my angel and my devil,
every single part of me,
but we both know that's not true.
you don't want me anymore.
because after you took my angel,
i'm an angel no more.
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Pastels
Poésiepoetry comes and goes and flows this is my journey through life written in a more beautiful way
