Just as much

I have waited enough

Enough nights to write to you

You, whom I consume

Consume to the point where you start to seep in

Seep in through my veins and contaminate

Contaminate my blood and corrupt it with lust

Lust and with power

Power that I have after having loved you to exhaustion

Exhaustion that somehow sprouts in me a desire

Desire to get reduced to pieces

Pieces of crushed glass

Glass that would reach your naked feet and tear it open

Open, red and flowing

Flowing till you bleed yourself dry

Dry, sore and brittle.

Just like I have been all these nights

Nights away from you

In pain, like that butterfly

Like that twitching butterfly on the grass

On the grass near the boy

The little boy who stands there clutching a wing

A crushed wing that was a part of her ever since

And only after you go through that pain, you would know

What it is to look at my hand and not see it clasping yours

To not feel your lips on the arch of my back

I lay on the grass, like that butterfly

Who was smitten by the boy

And the boy, like you

Killed her just as much it would keep her alive
Alive, smitten and twitching.