The moonlight blisters my lips
unconscious of time.
Holding oblivion in my palm
uncomfortable silence.
I watched you collapse upon
bittersweet daisy chains
cradled by porcelain butterflies
I died healing your heart.
...breathe.
I was only a dreamer who
forged charcoal cracks within her eyes.
Smudging the canvas to damage
perspective that wasn't mine.
An artist of depression.
Sometimes it takes a symphony to
open a solitary mind.
I was able to feel your aura
unconscious of time.
...I should of embraced you.
You were fading into a memory.
So I bared my soul to you.
I died ...healing your heart.
..."breathe."