of broken dreams and promises...

This was the first of the many poems I've written in the last twenty four hours. I'm swelled with all of this..."noise" that's been building up for God knows how long that's finally transmutting to the ink i need to write it on paper. The title is my idea

I speak to you not of loneliness or broken hearts and silent pleas... but of broken dreams and promises that severed angels wings. And yes, it is a story of love though just a sentence short. About a boy who loved a girl... that fucked another boy for sport! But no mistakes because I'm not aching... the angel wasn't me... but the foolish girl who sold her soul for her curiosity... And now she's feeling empty like a dead doll who can't sleep. And I refuse to lick her wounds for fear she'll poison me... And sure... MY WINGS don't help me fly... or stop me from my falls... and they're charcoal black instead of white, but I'll have them over none at all. So what to do with this pretty girl, this sulken broken dream..? I mean..surely I can't pity her..? As pathetic as I seem... Do I even try to learn this song that I could never sing? Or fly away with teary eyes... on blackened broken wings..?