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Useless but everyone is broken

These wings
Remain rendered:
Useless,
just
decoration
of which displays
her curse.
An
Angel
fallen,
is an
Angel Broken.
Nobody wants
a
tarnished
complexion;
Marked from
hopeless hearts
and
unwanted hexes.
My
appearance being
all
I have
left,
please!

Bestow me
As you
Know me
not as
my skin
and bones
show
me.
Sharp ribs
trailing
down to
shredded
legs and
bare feet.
Hair
in
tangles,
draping down
past my
chest.
Hands white
patched
with
knuckles of
skinned
flesh
red Cheeks
stained,
remained grazed
from
acidic tears.

Being
the
coldest of
living,
the
kneeling
dead.

Right
here
at your
door.
Completely
ignoring
the
rain

pouring
behind
me.

And
the
sharp stones
digging
into my
shins
that were
laid
carefully
beneath
me.
I
am
oblivious
to
everything
but
focused
on that
one
piece
of hope
that
rectifies
my
mistakes,
and
misfortunes,
the
regrets
hung
heavy
on
my
shoulders.
To be
in
love
fully,
and
rely
on
another
soul.
Just
As
tethered
and
untrustworthy
as
my
own.
To
return
to
the
only
place
I've
ever
felt
welcome.
Finally,
for
Forever
I
have
chosen:
That
there
IS
A
place
where
I
Belong.
And
if
that
place
doesn't
happen
to
be
heaven.
I'm
happy
to
stay
right
here,
with
the
one
that
I
Love,
and
could
never
face
letting
go
of .
That
is
as
long
as
you'll
have
Me