I counted those days, because I knew they’d never last.
The sun was hot as ever, glowing off our skin, glinting in our eyes.
The air was thick and humid, but we didn’t seem to mind.
To think, despite those feelings, we never could have sinned.
You were an angel.
Well, no. You wore the costume of an angel.
Belonging less in heaven and more at that motel.
It took me far too long to see that, and I still can’t be sure.
But I swear, you had eyes like one.
An angel.
They could speak a thousand words to me,
Break my heart and part the sea.
They spoke ten languages.
They spoke to me.
They spoke.
Oh, how you hurt me with those darling eyes, boy.
Angelic eyes.
Not every time.
Sometimes, I swear, they brought me to life.
You made me feel loved.
And, on other occasions, when I’d look for your approval in them…
Those times it wasn’t there.
You could have just as easily ripped me in half.
And yet, somehow, I couldn’t keep myself from wishing,
All those times I met those eyes,
That some other time, perhaps
I could have met those lips, as well.
Angelic lips.
But you kept that from me.
In that way, you killed me slowly, love.
You were an angel.