Burning Butterflies

A note to self I vow
To purge you both of your warmest
Thoughts and strike you down
With this hateful gaze
With these words I wish you the worst

With these words I promise poison
Beware this bitter breath
For it brings arsenic
Beware this arctic stare
For it will pierce you like icicles

This is as happy as I'll ever be
Cold and comfortable in these sour
Times what do you expect
What do you want from me
This bitten lip can draw

No more blood from me
These carved smiles can heal so
Quickly it's time to slice her
Heart from your sleeve
I desire destruction
When will it collapse