She hid behind a mask and painted on angel wings that wash off faster then she can possibly put them on.

I am not your mirror

I wanted to see her soar so I tore the wings off an elegant bird. Stitched them on, the bird was beautiful no more.

I am not your tailor

That enough, she said “I want more”

I am not your delivery boy

A rusty car part was the halo of my Junkyard Angel.

I am not your mechanic

Corrupted everyone else the only beautiful one was to be her.

I am not your safety net

Selfish…

Didn’t need me

Selfish…

Even angels need someone when they’re patchwork