angel face.

her eyes–
small oceans of broken glass.
she lets you in without warning
& suddenly, you are
her world.
“fix me,” she cries,
without ever asking a thing.
she is damaged but
you cannot see
where her destruction ends
& her creation begins.
she is a being–
a collection of galaxies,
a one-time try
of red lipstick & unguarded
they call her angel,
but she couldn’t stand that name
before you came along.
when you speak,
she listens, she loves
your words, your explanation
of her.

–to my muse


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