As you slip through my fingers,

You clutch at my wrist.

You will not let go.

Your haunting lies like rose petals on my ear,

Painted with blood,

Like my eyes.

Your velvet touch is all my memory.

Will you not leave me?

You curl your tongue around me,

Deceit spilling from your lips.

Those lips sealed for ever now.

You will not flutter away.

To leave my heart to heal.

You will beat me and scorn me

Until I am but a puppet to an idealic world.

Perfection is only a mask,

But masks are your forte,

Aren’t they?

You wore a perfect mask for me.

So I could pretend I held perfection in my hands,

That perfection has turned to blood,

Staining my chest,

Spilling from my hands.

Do not blame me for your mistakes.

My heavenly butterfly

Do not touch me with your tattered wings.