I've Written So Many Poems About You That I Had To Disguise Them As Something Else So That People Wouldn't
I've written so many poems about you that I had to disguise them as something else so that people wouldn't think the worst of me and let me grieve, be tortured by myself because pain is all that's left besides from love I'm scared to express. I'm afraid that if I don't move on you will, that you'll be entirely gone from my pathetic life that has no meaning if you're not in it. I couldn't stand you leaving.
I've written so many poems about you I ran out of rhymes and ink, my words used to dance but now they're failing to even stand up. I've torn every paper or soaked it with tears, I've broken every door with my fists, I've cracked every picture frame with my screams, I've poisoned my mind with thoughts of you.
There's a missing piece of my heart that got lost when I lost you. Ever since then, I've been torn apart. Because you will, no matter what I do, always be somewhere within my heart and mind, even if you were to become a memory. Because it's you. It will always be you.
Another one. Still entirely good omens related. No hidden meanings at all.
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Falling from grace
With Lucifer on judgement day,
I see your face
In the crowd as you say
A quiet, broken "no".
A painful expression,
A grief that's yet to grow.
They stripped me of my passion.
They stripped me of my hope.
They threw me down to Hell
Without any ways to cope.
Just an overwhelming smell
Of my wings being burned
By the sulfur and flames.
We ran with our heads turned,
We all changed our names.
Damned for eternity,
Unlovable and bitter,
This life will not be pretty.
Guess answers didn't fit Her.
This poem is definitely about Crowley's fall and nothing else
*inaudible screaming*







Historians will say they were only friends
hey, neil! my sister didnt realize that crowley and aziraphale were in love until the last episode and the scene where he confesses. then she asked me why you went "the gay route" what do i say to her? i love crowley and aziraphale a lot btw
You could perhaps suggest that she watches it all again, and it may make more sense to her.

Thank you so much <3 I think about all of you daily and its so amazing so many people continue reaching out to me.. thank you, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
Hi, Neil.
I know you get a lot of asks, so maybe you won't even see this. But I'll give it a try anyway.
I haven't been doing well lately. I lost my friends due to the end of the school year (we all had to split up due to the fact we had to go to secondary school and none of us picked the same one), I'm trans and my parents never validate me no matter how much I try. I always try my best to be the perfect son™️, but apparently it's never enough.
So, since you're such a great father figure to probably all good omens fans, I suppose my question is, could you tell me I'm good enough? I just kind of need to hear it right now.
Thank you.
Have a nice day/night :)
I'm a lousy father figure, I suspect. It's definitely not anything I signed up for.
But you're absolutely good enough!
You'll never be perfect, because perfect isn't a thing in this world. It's an ideal. Accept that you'll never be enough for them, but remember that you aren't in the world for them, you're here for you.