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3/2/15

Dead butterflies

you were the life
that shined in my perilous nights
bound by tears of love, false hope
and mostly - desire

you feed me with euphoria
deep down into my lungs
until it denies air
and air denies my breathing

no love, just lust
no mercy, just passion
and I was no more
than your helpless being

it was both terrifying
and undeniably sweet
to feel something so vivid
but depressingly quick 

you were the crooked hero
in this little kind of story
but I've never been the princess
and you never meant
to save me 

~~
to the boy I once knew,
and wished I never did.

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