Poison to the touch.
I'm filthy
yet your pessimistic  attitude
It doesn't  surprise  me
you know  it
And you don't pretend you don't either.

I remember those blue butterflies
We caught
In late September
When the sun was shining Brightly
& the Autumn wind blew gently
And some how mine suffocated
But yours
Yours soared
That's  because I'm poison to the touch.

I don't  know what you see
In  me  but I'm poisoned
And before i release my toxins in Your blood
You should stay clear of me
Before you immune  system Starts to shut down
& your body can no longer intake Oxygen
& your blood is no longer bright Red
But its blue like those  butterflies

Stay clear
I beg you
Stay clear
Of me
If not for you
For me.