Five years ago I believed it was fate to have met you,
that the heavens opened up and spit you out at my feet
and you were made just for me.
I loved you with an all consuming love,
a kind of love that burns you from the inside out,
a supernova kind of love.

The first time you ever put your hands on me,
my brain begged me to leave you,
but my heart convinced me to stay.
She said my magic love could fix you,
if I love you just enough, you’ll be a good man,
you’ll actually love me back and mean it. 
She was wrong, of course.
Not even my angel love can defeat demons like that.

Today would have been our fifth anniversary.
I am celebrating without you,
gifting some angel love to myself.
For that, I am grateful.