Blood-Red Butterfly Poem by hannah chiz

You feel my stare burning.
Encaptivating eyes.
Finger to your lips, you're learning
how you love to hear my lies.
I'll have earnt your trust come morning when
the sun begins to rise,
before you realise how I've hurt you,
my quilt's wrapped around your thighs.
Slip on slender heels,
flash the fireworks in my eyes,
flutter lashes: black, beckoning
your immaculate demise.
Run my nails down your neck,
you may be smart but you're not wise.
Intellect has not yet saved you
from an empty heart disguised.
I could take the pain away,
I will only last one night.
As the condensation settles,
does the blood-red butterfly.
Lips gently land, inducing sighs,
enticing whispers, whimpers, cries,
sensations fade away for good
but you'll remember highs.
I provide something unique,
tainted, bittersweet.
You'll despise your love for me when
you discover that you're weak-
but my face is still the picture,
the only one you see,
the thing that's clear as crystal as you
kiss her tender cheek.
The lace, it sticks to sweat
and it's pearlescent gleam.
I'm the most beautiful, evil thing
your innocent eyes have seen.