Our love is something like…childhood friends. I’ve protected you, often looking at the way you tried your hardest in life, just like everyone else, sometimes falling down and being picked up by none other than me. In the pictures you burn that often remind you of bad times in your life, you don’t see me, but I was there by your side. Sometimes I wish I was just like you, that I could easily forget you, but protecting you is my life…it has been my job this whole time. The clock ticks and your eyes widen when you notice the wings that peak out of my back, a smile that magically lies to you as I whisper the words that hurt me more and more each time…
Please, forget me.
And you always do.