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“Little Angel”
 
 
He looked over
at her
he could see
the pain
she was trying
to hide
from him
as she used
the back of
her hand
to brush away
her matted hair
and a slight
trickle of blood
from her brow,
he already knew
what she was
just finding out
that her boyfriend
was a pig
that sang
in a band
and treated her
like trash,
but he knew
she loved him
she was always
making excuses
for him
that he didn’t
bother to do
or care enough
about
to make
for himself,
she felt the
stickiness
on the back
of her hand
looking down
she noticed the
still wet
blood
starting to dry
there,
she meant to
surprise her
boyfriend
meet him
backstage
at an out of
town gig
only to walk
in
on him
and some groupie
who was working
him
like she was
gripping a
stripper pole
those bastards
just laughed
as she started
screaming
crying and
swinging her
fists,
she licks the
back of her
hand
as if unsure
that the
stickiness
was really blood,
he crouches
next to her
her clothes
make-up
and hair
all crumpled
and smeared
looking like a
ragdoll
tossed away
after playtime
was over,
but to him
he has never
seen her
looking more
beautiful
than right
now
he leans in
close
to her
stretches his
tee-shirt
up to her
eyes
and gently
wipes away
her tears
as he whispers
to her
“dry your eyes”
“and we’ll leave”
“little angel”
she has to
work
to give him
a faint smile
he is completely
transfixed
by her
as her long
legs
struggle to
support her
weight
as she tries
to stand
on her own
her red hair
sticking to the
wound
on her brow
causing her
hair to
cover
her left eye,
once she gains
her balance
she stands
before him
with a look
that is part
fragile,
unbreakable
and sexy
all at the
same time
he wants to
tell her
he loves her
but he knows
its not what
she wants to
hear
instead
he holds out
his hand
to her
and says
“let’s head home”
“little angel”
“he isn’t loving you”
“anymore”
he puts his
arm
around her waist
pulls her closer
as he leads
her
to the car
his own feelings
wildly confused
he is honestly
hurting
from watching
all the pain
and abuse
she has suffered
through tonight
wishing he could
endure the pain
instead of her,
but he’s not
numb
to the effects
she’s having on
him either
the warmth of
her body
as it rides
against his
as they walk,
his right hand
softly gliding
up and down
the curve
of her waist
as he guides
her
on the path
to their car
and the sweet
smell
of her sweat
and perfume
mixed in with
her raw
emotions
that he can’t
help but notice
with every breath
he takes in,
he thinks about
kissing her
on her
tear stained cheek
but he knows
that’s what he
wants
not what she
needs
so he fights
off
the urge,
she glances over
her shoulder
for the third
time
checking to see
if her boyfriend
is running after
her
coming to beg
her
for forgiveness
but he’s not
why does she
always fall for
such losers,
she looks over
at him
as she starts
to notice
the multiple
points
of contact
her body
has with his
she was lucky
tonight
having him here
to pick-up
the pieces
of her heart
but he’s
not for her
he never will
be
and she’s sorry
for that,
she pulls him
closer
pressing the
weight
of her body
against his
a sort of
thank-you
to him
her way of
showing him
she cares,
“just don’t”
“kiss me”
“you fool”
“please”
“not tonight”
she says
to him
as she rests
her head
against
his shoulder
“ok little angel”
“ok”…
 
     Tom Allen…12-11-2017…
 
Written for someone around a song
they like…P.S. I changed some
of the words in this version to
pass the censors, original version
on my other site on Booksie.com…