Agent-Angel

I'm the station on the radio that keeps playing the same damn song the one you never liked in the first place. I'm the sputtering of the engine that's too tired to start up and you've got somewhere to be. I'm that one feature that makes you cringe when you look in the mirror best to wear something that covers it up. I'm that silly raincloud that pours and pours and pours until the flowerbeds are flooded and you really loved that garden... I'm that last bar of battery when you're calling someone you adore and I give up mid "I love y--" and they say nobody's perfect and that's true because you have me.

 She was pacing. It drove me absolutely crazy watching her walk back and forth and back and forth. I paced alongside her from my place on the sidewalk, looking back at her over my shoulder every time I changed direction. Without warning, she strode straight over to the bed, sunk down onto it, and bit her lip as her shoulders began to shake with each sob. I panicked. I suck with crying women; I'm absolutely awful with comforting them, I can't make them stop crying to save my life, and I sure as hell can't do it from across the street. I sat on the sidewalk, draping my arms around my knees, trying to imagine what had upset her. For the li

You talk like you’re so big and bad The first to jump to defense You walk with your fists clenched tight Your shoulders stooped, but tense. You tell him he can’t hurt you While he tears you up inside Your deepest darkest secrets All the tears, for him, you cried. You wanted him to love you Chase the monsters from your bed Out of your closet, down the hall But mostly, out of your head. You wanted the love that I got Not just some stoned, drunk “dad” You wanted someone to miss you You just wanted that hug so damn bad. Was advice just too much to ask? Did he not hear you screaming his name? You drove your fi

I staggered through the doorframe, bleary eyed and trying to focus. I could easily ignore the fact that I’d just slammed into a block of wood on hinges, as I had other pains offering a diversion. My throat throbbed and my knees threatened to make me scream. I took a timid step, pushing away from the doorframe with my arms and falling towards the bed. Luckily, I had the momentum, as I collapsed like a wounded animal, my face falling against the blanket. I blinked ever so slowly, unsure whether or not I should bother to reopen my eyes. My arms found their way to my shoulders, pushing up with all their might and sending my torso sliding

His hands shook as he twisted his tool to the right, skillfully tightening the last gear. He painstakingly curled three arthritic fingers into his palm, using his index to gently prod the pendulum into motion. At the sound of his creations first tick, his chest swelled with pride. A lifetime of work summed into this final masterpiece. He sank into his chair, removing spectacles and rubbing ever weary eyes. He simply sat, relishing in the peaceful tick-tock of the grandfather clock. He glanced at its face, noting the lateness of the hour and rising slowly, ready for sleep. He climbed the stairs, his bones moaning at the exertion, his limbs en

I wandered into your briar, Enchanted by each rose; Ignoring the overgrown brambles As their thorns tugged at my clothes. I dared to choose a flower With a scent that made my heart dance. I stayed to admire each petal And fell under its trance. It spoke of grand adventures and I lost myself in the tales ‘til I forgot my life before I’d wandered down these trails. Its tendrils grew over me, Its thorns against my skin Ensuring that I could not move Without them digging in. Releasing all their poison That seemed, at first, innocuous Until my skin began to burn Under your petals’ soft, sweet kiss I shrank under your voice; Those