Ode to the Fallen Angel

Date written: January 16, 2019

He pushed me off the ledge of the 29th floor

My heart was the first to shatter in pieces, it bled and it tore

I now knew what I didn't know before

Should I have known sooner, I wouldn't have gone for an encore

He pointed the gun and made me pull the trigger inside the hotel

My bones succumbed to the sound, causing my own farewell

I should've ran to the phone and rang Isabelle

They say heaven is on Earth but I must have been living in hell

I held my breath while he shoved my face in ice cold water

He said, "I can't love you as much as you love me so go find someone better"

I was soaked from head to toe but he covered me after in his favorite sweater

"I'm sorry, I swear I'll make it up to you," was all he wrote in his letter

My skin turned black and blue while his smell reeks of beer

What happened next made me want to disappear

"Don't you dare scream or else people will hear"

I knew he could tell I was clothed in fear

I was more blood, bruise, and scars than I was skin

"I didn't mean to hit you, I'm really sorry for how I've been"
But your apologies were the last thing on Earth that you'd mean

Still, I lost myself every time because I'd always let you win

Finally I awake from being your prisoner in a cell

I wouldn't have strayed this far if only I could foretell

The angel whose wings you tried cutting still wishes you well

This is an ode to myself for surviving your level of hell

Sincerely, Andrea