Butterfly Curse

Desperately beautiful
To dangerous to touch
With wings of an angel
And a curse for a crutch.

One mans beauty
Is this girls pain.
The cyanide of his stare
That left a stain.

The forbidden fruit.
Its sweet sweet nectar,
Drew him in too far
Before he could have left her.

She hated herself
But couldn't resist.
With his heart on his sleeve
And an eagerness to assist.

Hunched over a corpse.
His heart destroyed.
Coming to an end
that she had tried to avoid.