my soul,
is eternally stained,
by ethereal moments,
soft butterfly kisses,
that never happened between us,
and yet my fragile wings,
though tainted by your touch,
still flutter onto your fingertips,
because i’d rather you hurt me,
than give someone else your love,
i stay and i adore you,
with all the emotion left in my mutilated heart,
and you bruise my mind,
while we drift apart