fallen angel

ditzy angels are meant to be loved;
hair brushed out of their eyes,
fond looks, laced fingers,
all the romantic outcries.

and though this fallen one tries as she might,
cupid's arrows always end up piercing
on one hollow night,
and all there's left are strangers grieving.

they offer the same respite.

with her inability to discard these ghosts
that have haunted her life,
she agrees to friendship,
the space between black and white.

settles for having them near enough
with grave visits and tricky plays;
but still far from reach,
fingers centimeters away.

these phantoms only want her close,
for as a lover she brings too much pain;
enough to wipe away her tears
without withstanding her rains.

so she's marooned to square one:
pushed back to earth, merely a friend.
'tis the only way she can be loved,
a prophecy the heavens have penned.