Angel
By: Paulina Adams
Harbor Springs High School
2nd Place Poetry
You wanted your love, your girl, to be perfect.
“An angel,” you called her, “an angel of mine.
”
You made her to feel like she had to be flawless.
She wondered if wings could unfold from her spine.
“Oh passion, oh beauty, oh wondrous thing!
”
You cried as you held her too close, too near.
She wanted to make herself into an angel
She wanted to please the one man she held dear.
And so with your comments for her inspiration
She took a small knife to the top of her spine.
She tried to cut wings, so she could be lovely.
“Oh what have you done to my angel divine?”
That’s when you dropped her. “A devil” you called her.
“I do not know why she attempted to fly.
”
She wanted to please you and you were disgusted.
The angel had fallen and wanted to die.
So sir, I beseech you, when you find an angel
Don’t tell her you love her, don’t call her divine.
I have seen what happens when you fall in love, sir.
To prove it I have all these scars on my spine.