And how ironic that your name was Angel.

It seemed fit at first,

because you came in with golden wings and a perfect shimmering halo,

Swept me off my feet.

You were my heaven for a while.

You waited until I fell so hard for you, and your perfectly rehearsed words, promises of forever perfection

But then you dropped me from your castle in the clouds,

Grinned your perfect smile, radiating down on me as you watched me fall desperately.

And how should it be,

that I should cry for an Angel like you.

Oh how I hate myself for loving you still,

Hate myself for knowing that even after all the hurt,

All the pain you caused me, I can still be positive

That if you came knocking,

I would let you in just like all the other times.

Shame on you for hurting me,

And shame on me for letting you back in my life each and every time.