Angelic Endeavors

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.