Angelic Endeavors
A poem about telling my boyfriend the first time I did a hard drug.
By Ava SummerPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
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Only you and I hidden beneath this bed of flowers.
You yearned for blissful lips,
But you found wired, jaded ones.
Laughing like a god about angelic endeavors,
Disappointment evaded from your words,
Crawling deep within my chest.
I preferred being translucent
Than continuing to be opaque with fear.
I promise to no longer explore angelic hallways for you,
But you say that it’s a choice I should make for me,
Focusing on my own processes rather than yours.
I am drowned by the realization
That you did not come to be a savior;
You came to be a guide,
And I couldn’t thank you enough.
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About the Creator
Ava Summer
I write about what I don't want to forget and about what I want to fade.
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