I'll lift you up to the heavens
And as you grasp the clouds
And join the other angels
The pure feathers of silk sprouting
From the arch of your spine
I will shed salty tears
At the thought of being
Left on my lonesome
Sneakers stuck in the soil
I so desperately desire to escape
The bud that never opened
As I gaze up to the northern stars
In hopes I see the angel
I so regretfully set free
If only God could return you
But angels like you do not deserve the charcoal black sin
I've painted on my hands and throat
So you stay up there
Pure and forever glorious
As the halo on your head
Spins like the dust plastered record that blared
As our feet moved in sync
Gliding across dirty kitchen tile together
On gloomy Sunday afternoons
And I will stay here
Caged in seeds and soil
Not a blooming rose
But a minuscule weed
Destined to be forgotten
As the object of my desire
Sings her song of purity and freedom
Without me to weigh down her wings
YOU ARE READING
he/him/you
Poetry[completed] some half assed thoughts i've had about unrequited love and unnecessary hope shattering revelations
