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there’s a beautiful boy sitting on the curb
of a street somewhere in that time right before
the sun sets and his head is in his hands
and he’s never looked more beautiful or more alone
and you want to tell him it’ll be fine,
that it’ll be okay, that soon he’ll outrun whatever’s
doggin’ his heels, that it may seem crowded now
but there’ll always be more earth
than people, or else we’d be driving
through ghosts and the whole
point of driving is to run away from them.

but he doesn’t have the right kind of eyes
to believe that. they’re red and bloodshot
like he’s been crying too long
to ever listen to you.

you don’t sit down next to him. he does
not expect you to. he may or may not
know you’re even there. if he did,
he’d make you leave because you don’t
belong with him, this angel of a boy,
you don’t want to put him together
you want to watch him finish falling apart
because broken things are beautiful,
because irreparable things are beautiful,
because you’re a human being and you don’t
overlook the tear tracks drying on his cheeks
in order to call him beautiful, but relish in them.

the silence breaks like the first few seconds of a storm,
with enough unexpected ferocity that
you find yourself wondering what you’ve gotten into.

“Why doesn’t anyone call Lucifer brave?
It must have taken a lot of guts to
turn to your father and say, ‘Wait Dad,
maybe you’re wrong. Just—just wait a second.’”

“Never mind,” he says a few seconds later.
“Forget it,” he says as he gets up and leaves you on that curb,
scuffing his feet as he walks away, shadow
trailing after him like drooping wings.

somewhere down the road, he’ll trip and go down
and stay where he’s fallen.
I didn't know what to call this poem for the longest time. I was gonna go with "hallelujah part 2" because nine months ago I wrote a poem about a girl I sat next to on a plane and how she was actually an angel. so a couple of days ago, i drove by a boy sitting on a curb and so i wrote this poem about him being an angel, although this one is, admittedly, slightly less complimentary.

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Wolfsnape Featured By Owner May 21, 2014
I'm crying like a child...
LeftUnfinished Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
jplgaara Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
this is so amazing~ I really love your poems
TerramArmsXIII Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
DAng...this is some good stuf, nice work!
therealbeeblebrox Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Oh my gosh. I love this! :)
alternativemeanings Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2014  Student Writer
i swear, every time i read one your pieces i'm speechless. 
this one lives up to that as well. amazing, incredible, breathtaking job :heart:
Khaimin Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Absolutely beautiful. I was caught before I'd even reached the second line. c:
Annqueru Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2014
Brilliant :heart:
Magic-Waffles Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2014  Student General Artist
This is beautiful :)
MisfitableGrae Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2014   Writer
thank you so much!
de-X-cipher Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
all i can say is well done... sorry i cant really get into deeper detail i'm kind of lost as to what to say.
MisfitableGrae Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2014   Writer
oh no it's so fine, thank you so much--making you mostly speechless is this amazing compliment
EnoughSilence13 Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
So amazing! I love the emotion. This is one of my all time favorites. :) You're so talented.
MisfitableGrae Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2014   Writer
oh my gosh, thank you so much! I really appreciate it.
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