Push me to the edges of the brink
When all it takes to forget me is a blink
His love is black and rarely pink
We’re not connected but still in sync
He is so cold I am forming ice rings
Circling around wherever he springs
Love is only meant for cheap things
Angel’s aren’t meant for such wings
His gravity kept me hoping
In a spiral of uncoping
Like a thread that keeps unroping
I am slowly eroding
© Delia Ross. 2019
