My butterfly My blade

My butterfly.

My blade.

 

My butterfly — I keep you close.

I protect, nourish, and love you.

You shine so bright,

So soft,

So small.

You are enough.

 

But memories trap me.

I feel the burn

Across my wrist.

I long for the feeling —

For the control.

 

You’re delicate.

You’re sweet.

You’re the love I never knew I needed.

You’re beautiful,

My butterfly.

 

I see red flowing.

Tears flood my eyes.

Relief comes.

Then guilt.

 

So I draw my butterfly.

I trace its wings with care.

I’ll keep you alive.

I’ll stay alive —

So you never have to draw your butterfly.