I’m Stuck

I know I am being put through my personal hell,
but I’m treating her like she’s my heaven.
I know my heaven is okay,
But I’d do anything for the dark to take me,
my mirrors to shake me.
I’m stuck wishing I could call you my angel.
I’m stuck wishing I could call you my doll,
I’m stuck knowing I would never be as perfect
as your soft blonde hair.
I never knew my favorite color till I saw your eyes
as blue as the sea and our desperation of different things.
I’m stuck wishing you were my angel
but I know that death must capture me first.
I’m stuck knowing that it already has.

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