Just Like An Angel

Sometimes what we love most becomes imprinted on our soul, like a tattoo. And sometimes, we can't forget what that love felt like, and so we hold on to it, and we can't let go.

Just Like an Angel 

I used to think a lot
too much for my own good.

About what was truly good,
truly just.

And after all that thinking,
I came to one conclusion:

that God’s creations
must be the truest things
to exist.

An angel, I decided
it had to be.

Though I could be wrong,
I’ve never seen one
face to face.

Almost.

Because I met you,
and I started falling through
what people call love.

Not the kind that lasts forever,
not the kind with promises

but something deeper,
something that felt like
two souls
trying to become one.

Maybe I was wrong.

Maybe my mind wandered too far
because you’re already gone.

Was it ever meant to be?
I don’t know.

Maybe only the one
who made us both
could answer that.

But if you asked me

you were always
just like an angel.

Too pure for a world like this.

Your heart held too much light,
and somehow,
too much hurt at the same time.

You loved in ways
most people can’t survive.

And that’s the truth of it
you weren’t like them.

You were never meant
to be normal.

You were always
just like an angel.

Your eyes
too soft to belong to this world.

Your smile
like it didn’t know how to dim.

And somehow,
you became
the most important thing
in mine.

You were everything.

The reason I breathed,
the shape of my thoughts,
the center of my dreams.

Even now,
they still circle back to you.

I’ll admit it
nothing’s really changed.

I still think about you
every day.

Because you were too kind,
too gentle,

like a star
that didn’t know
how to stop shining.

You were my angel,
my star,
my love.

And now you’re gone

not because you didn’t care,
but because it was too much
to carry.

Your love was overwhelming,
your heart too full.

You gave more
than this world
knows how to hold.

Even with all your tears,
you were still
too pure
to stay.

I talk about you
like you’ve disappeared,

but you haven’t.

You’re just not beside me anymore.

You’re still in my thoughts,
my dreams,
that quiet kind of hope
I don’t know how to let go of.

And yeah
maybe I think about you too much.

But what else
am I supposed to do?

From every angle,
in every memory,

you have always been

just like an angel.

Author's Note

Sorry if it may be a little rushed.
Sometimes the words just come to us and we have to let them out of the cage.