I asked the angels why
I asked the angels why
they watched me drown
without ever touching the water.
They lowered their heads
and called it fate.
I asked the demons
why they never left my side.
They smiled and said,
“Because pain never abandons its own.”
So I became the space
between Heaven’s silence
and Hell’s laughter.
Every prayer I whispered
returned with no answer.
Every sin I carried
remembered my name.
The angels feared
what I might become.
The demons loved
what the world had made of me.
Neither understood
that I never wanted wings.
I never wanted horns.
I only wanted someone
to choose me
before the darkness did.
Now I wear a smile
that neither Heaven nor Hell can read.
The angels still wait for me to change.
The demons still wait for me to fall.
And I…
I am still waiting
for someone to prove
that love is stronger
than both.
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