bruised butterfly

peeling the paper moon from the sky I crumble you within my bare hands cutting the tender spots on my skin with the edges of your light I throw you away... into the candle wax picking the stars down from the sky ice melts between my fingers counting the salted tears I've cried their bodies have stained my lips the night mist hovers, draped in black and silver whimpering beneath the wind of a butterfly's wing bruised and torn to shreds. you nailed each one to the ground licking the blood from her wounds until her head hung over, her eyelids halfway closed and you left her to die in love.