The Trick to Angels
the Spectres of love
shadowboxing in
poised to fight demons
boots laced to win
bags under eyes
purples & blues
worn from the weeping
stressed out from you
was WILD at first
fire not tamed
now I lie maudlin
prerequisite hate
I’ll go to your land
and trace beelines down
rob honey from hive
and burn to the ground
it’s my secret wish
you will not deny
both my secret wings
I won’t let you find
thought you were the Trick
a new happiness
angel to sins
if I had to guess
yet I got it wrong
I can’t call it love
the Trick to angels is:
you were never one
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