Angel

He calls me angel and tells me I can fly,
But I don't believe him,
I've spent too much time spiraling downward,
grasping the edges of my
broken life, trying to lift
up off this floor but my wings
have ripped and torn
and become useless,
leaving me with legs
holding me down with gravity,
suffocating me with
every breath
I inhale clouds of smoke,
Burning my throat,
But he calls me an angel and tells me i can fly
The desire is within me
driving me forward but
with every step I take
I fall backward,
I stand up again,
bruised, bleeding, begging
for this to end,
for my wings to finally work
Maybe I'm young,
maybe I'm still a baby
but even birds get pushed
out of nests and they learn
Why am I trapped here,
twigs snapping all around me
Eardrums bursting
tastebuds shriveling on
my tongue and there's nothing
left but my tears and my groping hand
and it catches
He calls me I'm an angel and tells me I can fly