My bloody lipped angel kisses me,
Calls me savior,
Begs me for forgiveness
I touch the crimson brown stains she leaves,
And smile.
She’s too broken beautiful
idontcare. I don’t care.
Torn wings and tragedies look good on her.
She could completely destroy herself
And I would still worship the ground she
Bleeds upon.
Even absolute perfection has endured pain.
Oh, my angel cries,
Liquid diamonds flowing down her cheeks,
Still beautiful while bathed in affliction.

a/n: Total and utter shit. Please drown me in constructive critique. I’m begging.