an angelic face,
with those big blue eyes,
and that cute smile.
people can almost see your halo,
almost sense your wings.
but behind the smiling dots
and the long eyelashes
what is there?
because even if we can almost see your halo,
and almost sense your wings
-seems so bright that it's too heavenly for human vision-
they're not there.
almost is not for sure.
it's only a feeling.
and you never were any angel,
you never had wings or halo,
you just had a cunning mind,
and you broke me,
broke my trust to others.
so why can I still love you?
why does it only hurt when you're not around?
why am I swept off my feels and happy,
when you come to be with me,
even if you've hurt me so badly.
you're a cruel angel,
to blur my heart and eyes with this damn pretend-as-love
you're so good to play on,
you're so much too good to fake the real thing.
that's why I can't say goodbye straight to your face.
I leave this letter behind.
see teardrops that wiped the lines of my pencil a bit away.
they're my goodbye to you, so see them, look thoroughly at them,
and understand how much you hurt me.
reflect on my acing hearts dripping pain,
and safe your halo and wings and smile
for someone you can truly love.
my angelic devil.
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