I have the mark of the angels

layered delicately atop a sinner's skin.
There is a seraphium's heart beating
deep beneath my scarred chest and
Lucifer's fading light pushes out
this breath. I know you don't quite
understand how this can be
but you see on the day Heaven dropped
it's brightest star neither party bled
until long after their children were born.

I have the mark of the angels

layered delicately atop a sinner's ashen skin.
There is a seraphium's heart beating
deep beneath my scarred chest and
Lucifer's fading light is all I have left
pushing out my few remaining breaths.

Don't worry I am not alone
(you are never alone)
there are a million others

just like us.

Dear you,

the following is for your eyes and your eyes only.

I love you so much. I love you so much.
please don't ever forget that.

i think i understand what it means to be
a single drop of rain falling falling falling to the ground
in the middle of a crowd of thousands upon thousands
of others just like me even though they aren't like me at all.
i think i figured out why angels cry for so long so often
and why their tears are known to us as rain. They do that
when another of their own has fallen in the most beautiful
of ways. i know why so many molecules of carbon
throw themselves from the windows on the twenty first floors
of buildings while the rest of the company is away for lunch
in some overpriced cafe down the street. It's because
they were seconds away from being the first spec of
a diamond when someone went and released all
the pressure too soon. And they know that a life where you
don't shine just isn't a life worth living at all.

love i figured out what it's like to be
a single drop of rain falling to the most poetic doom
known to man, so alone, so free, alone and perfect
in it's imperfect pain. Today i finally learned why people hurt
the way they do for so long and as horrible as it is
there's so much indescribable beauty to it. i'd ask you
to join me as i fall, i'd lie and tell you it feels like flying
even though it's nothing like it at all because you're going too fast
to stop and taste the sky and you don't have any wings
to soak up the sun, but you have too much potential for me
to drag down. so instead i'll just kiss you once, i
look in your eyes and tell you that your lips taste like
the sweetest roses ever and the thorns cut too deep
for me to do it again. then i'll etch that smile with
a touch too much of highlighting that you know is fake
but it takes you a moment too long to realize it and
whisper good night, only i won't be coming back...

the rain is calling. the raven refused to sing.
the shadows allowed the ghost of my every heartbreak past
to move in. the walls chose words that you never said
with any voice but your eyes, and i just can't stay here
and live like that.

the rain

is calling

me home.

sincerely,

a broken diamond in the rough (strike through)
another fallen angel (striked through)
your wilting rose

Hey, I know you ignore these, maybe that's why I write them,
it's a good way to vent 'cause there's always a you
that writers write to and a you that singers sing to
and what better source of inspiration and pain and hatred
in all it's beautifully, sweet complexities than someone with

every piece of your heart and soul? I'm sure you don't remember,
but it's still nice to wonder if you do from time to time,
I think it makes me feel better pretending that maybe I am more than
just another face without a name that you see in line at the grocery store
and recognize without actually remembering. So I am going to ask again,

do you remember when...

There's always a you that writers write to and a you
that singers always sing to, it just so happens that for me
you are that person for me. I know you don't read these,
but it gives me peace of mind knowing at least I wrote it for you.

Is it wrong of me to say that I miss you?

Remember that time when...?

And I'll keep singing that song I wrote for you
even though, you're miles and miles away
but it's a twisted dream in this kinda world
where nothin' ever goes your way.

You will not wait for me and I understand that,
really I do, it's just that caged memories
and ghosts 13 cents short of a bus ride home
are more painful to hold than you'd think.

See, a wannabe husband's promise
is almost never enough and he always finds a way
to replace his perfect girl right before the day
she says yes and the fairy tale begins.

So I'll keep singing this song that I wrote for you,
even though, you're miles and miles away,
and it's been almost a year
since I was replaced by her.

I want to say that you are in
grave danger
but you'd just think I am
being silly
again.

Because you don't seem to
understand
that I dedicate my touch
to you
everyday that I wake
again.

Don't hide out inside yourself;
I've done that
way too many times
it kills you
faster than you think
in all the wrong ways.

I want to call you and say you
should start
running angel, because Darling,
I love you.

And I'm really not sure if I
remember
how to deal with that
anymore.

Pretty girl, Pretty girl,
you are not yet dead
look my way for a moment
please, pick up your head.

There's something called a smile
you see them every day
don'y you know that your's
is beautiful enough to stay?

Pretty girl, Pretty girl,
you are not yet alright,
just hang in there, someone is
coming to get you through the night.

I know how much this hurts
and you are feeling sorta lost
look my way for a moment
I love you forever - free of cost.

When you were once somebody's everything
and then you become a ghost
lingering, haunting their every move
then you make the space between their heart
and their mind even greater than it already was.

But of course this is just another rant
with all the things I will never say
to your face the way I always wanted to,
so this is my declaration of moving on:

As much as I love you, I do not miss you at all;
our dreams have become water from the moon,
and from this moment on my every thought
of you shall turn to smoke and mist
only to later d .r .i .f .t away

almost

completely.