Fallen

the air is swept from your

lungs . in one fleeting gasp.

everything you clung to,

everything you leaned upon.

every dream from the deepest parts of your heart

and your soul.

you invested in this

every breath from your

chest, you gave up,

just to give something else ,

something new,

a chance at life.
there has to be more than this

than this silence that i am left in all the time,

to torment myself with.

But i always question

“will he be ready??”

because those three velvet words

spoken ever so softly

on angel lips

could be instantly revoked.

banishing me from the gates of heaven,

and with my descent

he takes my last breath,

my angel,

and he greedily eats it himself.

in just one bite.

leaving me ruined, cold, alone,

and always

always

falling