when my halo sliced your hand, you smiled and laughed and assured me it was okay. when my wings and my feathers put you in a room of shattered glass, you reached over and asked for my hand. when I showed you my beauty you pecked my cheek and told me that I didn't have to be an angel to have your heart.
when I gave you my heart, you tested it with tender love and care and stepped on it.
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everything from the stars to the earth
Poetrylittle bits of poetry and writing pieces from my personal tumblr @crowkiiing. warning: may have to do with themes of suicide, self-harm, self-esteem and body issues, lgbt+ thoughts, and other things. temp. cover
