devils don't fly pt. two

My wings are torn from my skin,
My skin is covered in cuts and bruises,
You stare at me and insist on helping me,
You know what I am,
Yet you think there is still some form of hope for me.
I don't believe there is.
All that hope,
Doesn't belong to me.
Despite you trying to convince me.
You attempt to bandage me up,
But I flinch away from your touch.
You try not to look where my wings once rest,
Instead, you tried focusing on anything but them.
You were gentle.
You were kind.
I could tell that you were trying your best...to help me.
But, you also failed to see,
An angel like you shouldn't fall for someone like me.

a.b.