don't tell me you love me if you can't look at me

You rest your hands on my hips and tell me I am the most beautiful girl you've ever seen

I am your precious angel 

And, God, how mesmerizing my eyes are

They make you weak

Is that why you refuse to look at me when I cry?

Or do you refuse to acknowledge me as more than just this?

You do not kiss the tears off my cheeks

You lick the need from between my legs

I think angels were meant for more than this

Your fingertips trail over the skin my wings would protrude from

The space is as empty as your touch feels

I give in to you regardless

-- I wonder if love will always be difficult