Anything But Angel

I was once called an angel –
his angel. But that  idea hurts me now.
This thing that was so past –
It comes back with that one phrase.

The haunting whispers,
Once so sweet,
He was the flame,
And I was as the moth,
Drawn –
Unable to escape.
Perhaps a part –
Just maybe –
Sits in the back of my mind,
Thrilling with the words,
The memories which bind this to me,
Make me hurt.
Tear this heart apart.

If ever I was an angel –
My wings were shorn away.
I should never have tried,
Never wanted,
Never been –
His angel.

Those words.
They pull me,
Trap me – a bird in a cage,
Circling through the mind,
Again and again.

Whatever I may be,
Whatever you may call me,
Just, never…
Never call me, “My Angel,”
I was someone’s once…
And I don’t know if it was ever true,
But call me something else…
So I can forgive myself.