Butterfly and the boy

I flutter in you hands,
your caresses sweet and curious,
your finger trails my being, my essence, my soul,
the look on your face a vulnerable moment,
one i hold to as my soul slowly leaves my body,

your blind eyes unaware of my pain,
pushes the barriers to explore my body, soul corrupts my mind,
in your palm i feel time-less, beautiful and loved,
for you i was the teacher
and you my lover, my devotee, my worshiper,
i wonder what you did to me once life left my body,
did u caress and whisper goodbye?
or did u brush your hands to catch the next butterfly?

i will not judge your answers in fact don't answer,
i want you to know though your love broke my frame and left for dead,
i remember this and nothing more,
you were incapable for hurting me thats why you as a blind child lost in the moment forgot who i was...what i was..
i didn't live till u touched me and when u did i died....