Wings

I am fragile
So please do not break me
But it is too late
Because I am the butterfly
And you are the curious little boy
Who has caught my wings
In between your fingers
And you are damaging
Everything I have that is beautiful
So allow the powder prints
On your fingertips
Remind you of me
Because my wings are crushed
And I will fly no more.

I am broken
So please do not fix me
It is too late for that
Because I am the angel
Who took the fall from the sky
And I landed around you.
My feathers you plucked
You ruined everything I had
And took one as a souvenir
So now my wings are bone
And I cannot return home.
Now because my wings are gone
I will see the clouds no more.