White wings.
Desperately flapping.
Living its life.
Pure soul.

You rest upon my shoulder.
You're so light.
But my chest feels heavy.
I cross my legs.

My face warms up.
Can you hear my heart beating?
Give me a moment.
I'm a bit ****** up.

White butterfly.
With a blade to its wing.
Cutting a slit.
Kissing it.

I'll stick my tongue in it.
Make sure you can feel it.
Right down into your stomach.
Crimson cheeks.

So fragile.
So beautiful.
So weak.
So innocent.

You trace my limbs and lips.
You raise a blade to my skin.
And begin to cut little slits.
You open them with your fingertips.

It's such a delight like this.
You say this is the love everyone should find.
So don't cry.
Don't worry.

You're supposed to bleed the first time.