Talk.
Let us have a talk.
Let us talk about my wrongdoings. flaws. defects. imperfections.
I am a boy.
Not an angel.
I hate that I always wanna do things right. keep things in balance. keep things on the right track. keep things perfect. keep the fucking things perfect.
I am a boy. Not an angel.
I apologise for the things I have done. For the things that I put you through. For the things that breaks your fragile heart. I am sorry. For the things that caused you pain. For the things on the days that rained. For the things that are just insane. I am sorry.
I am a boy. Not your angel.
I am my own angel.
I am the angel of escape that drifts freely like a kite unattached to strings. I am the blue bird that sings the song of freedom. I am the light at the end of the tunnel. I am the unflickering flame on a wax candle. I am the As and Zs in the alphabets. The Introduction and the Conclusion. The chapters, and paragraphs, and sentences and words. And the heroes and villains. And the choices I made, are mine, For
I am my own angel.
It gets lonely.
It gets cold.
It gets rough.
And I'll get old.
But till then,
I am my own angel.