You came to me-
a sinner with wild eyes
and saw me as an angel.
I had flowers in my hair,
you had blood on your hands.
You saw my love as a halo
circling my flyaway hair
and thought my forgiveness to be wings
that could lift my frail body into the air.
But I got down next to you
on hands and knees
and showed you the slits in my soul,
the imperfections marring my body.
Yet you still looked at me with wonder in your eyes
saying my heart was still more pure than a human's would be.
And slipping my small hands in between yours
blood slid between them,
staining my hands along with yours
and I promised you
I'd save you if you saved me, too.
And together we were a beautiful disaster.