Broken Angel
My broken angel
With wings made of porcelain
With a mind held together by threads
With scars on his skin that run like mine do
Deep
Full of a history
Of stories
The stuff of nightmares
With dark eyes that shine behind a transluscent mask
That breathe life and shine with an old soul
With a quirky smile that reveals everything to those listening
My broken angel
Hides in shadows
Waiting
Watching
For some undeserving fragment of the world
A shard who hurts as she loves
To break his mask
To pierce his heart
To free the burned child still inside
My broken angel
Who loves with a heart that lives with demons
And still remains pure
He is my saving grace
My sanity
My clarity
His demons haunt me
His scars burn me
I hurt with him and yet I feel no pain
Only love
I see no demons
No scars
Only flawless imperfection
My broken angel
Is my gift
My treasure
His porcelain skin
His dark eyes
His face
His touch
His being
Him
An Adonis of nightmares is my dream come true
He is mine
My broken angel
Has taken my heart as his own
And I do nothing but watch
Watch it beat and breathe with his
Watch the threads in his mind tighten
Holding on
Watch him put cracked wings back together
Just sit
And feel
And watch