Love
I used to be an angel.
I would cut holes in my shirts
to let my wings hang loose.
I would fly
magestically down to earth
to watch the humans
live their painful,
sinful lives
and suffer the consequences
of their own causes.
I used to be angel.
I had a crooked
way of thinking.
I longed to live that sinful life.
I fell in love
with a man
whose sorrows made me weep.
I tore the wings from my back
and lept to him.
We were together.
I aided his fractured ego
and taught him how to love.
He met another woman
and tossed me aside
and I was left to my solitude.
I sometimes dream of the angels.
They ridicule me
for how thoughtless I was.
I realized love was worth it.
If given a second chance
I would do the same again.