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ssharry — Part IV: The Awakening
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Part IV: The Awakening/ DisenchantmentMy eyes truly open.
Wings of down dissolve.
Eyes of bronze truly eyes of brown.
Skin of pearl truly the softest flesh.
Is this my dream come true,
Or my worst nightmare?
How should I feel to know my angel is but a man?
To know that he bleeds not black
But red, oxidized like you and I
That he scars, never perfectly healed.
Neither angel, nor demon, he is but a man.
He is but my man.
For ever flaw, every benefit every experience
He is both scarred and evolved.
Yet he still swears the same
To protect, to love, to do all in his power
Trying so hard to protect me,
regardless of my own wishes.
Yet I still cannot save him when he bleeds
As intentional or unintentional as it may be.
I am still immobilized
All scarring must take its place.
And with my fingers I burn to trace
To explore still fresh
Welts, indentations, carvings and impressions.
Reminders that he is human.
Reminders that as much as he is mine, he is equally not.
I accept that which I have been given:
Warmth to be held,
Lips to be pressed,
Hair to be stroked,
Words muttered into ears.
Perfectly human- perfectly flawed.
As much as I’d adored the angel I’d thought him,
As much as I feared for the demon he was,
I feel indescribably more for the man he is.
In a simple thought: I truly love.
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wow, very nice ending to a great series of poems.
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yeah, it's actually my favorite of the four. I just like the whole idea of being disenchanted and loving someone more for the fact that they are balanced, rather than being completely "dark" or completely "light". Like some people like the whole "damsel in distress" and others gush about their "knight in shinig armor" but its hard to find someone who appreciates the fact that they're just people.
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