//aight imma head out

neither heaven or hell gaze from your eyes and i wonder if that’s because you made that vow to never love anyone again because if love was a sin but also a blessing, you. would have never tried to step into the swollen red abyss- below what fathomable tales were told to you about the princess and the prince- only to be dragged back up to the surface. torn wings, bound by some flimsy leather that i swore was something i adored, even if it killed you in the end. and for that i wish that heaven could have been nicer to those fallen angels- tar soaked, treacle dripping through brief temporal instances of love, was it? there is something clouded behind your eyes that rubs against frail sclera every time you blink but not once have you cried for me,, i must have mistook your tears for the rain...