Falling Angels (a poem I wrote from 2024)

Every day, I wish for one thing.

That my love is beautiful enough,

for everybody,

when it can’t help me.

Must nobody see the tears,

that fall from an angels eyes.

When more so,

that angel will become fallen.

This particular angel,

is so close to giving up,

so they make their love for others,

bigger than their love for themselves.

This angel can’t see beyond,

whether it’s their beauty or their wings.

They only think,

of the end of it all.

They think of death.

Death is what they think is best,

when it hurts the people,

she offers unconditional love to.

They wish the people cherish that love,

so that when she’s gone, she can always end up,

a living person’s first beautiful thought,

as they think of her death.

The angel sobs and weeps,

for somebody to return the love;

but looks beyond, and notices,

she’s not truly worthy of that love.

Their loves too big,

to give themselves.

They believe self love,

is the most damaging form of it.

So they don’t love themselves,

but instead of loving,

they ponder and mourn over their existence.