You made me feel butterflies in places I never had before.
You made me feel high on life, when all I wanted was death.
You were a thrill-seeker, but all I sought was you.
Because you were big and safe, and I was scared and alone.
I let you consume me without a second thought.
I never imagined those butterflies were red flags
Begging for my attention, screaming louder
Every time you got close to me.
Your touch was electric, but that was my skin tying to form
Barbed wire to keep me safe from your carnivorous appetite.
I was the moth to your flame, because you were
All of the things I always longed for.
You were my aesthetic and you knew that,
So you played your part and reeled me in
Like the catch of the week.
And in those hotel whispers, you assured me that
I was your baby girl and that I was finally safe.
So when your jaw unhinged and I saw my fate
Of being shredded alive by your perfect white teeth,
I quietly told myself that being killed by your beauty,
Was a death that I did not deserve.
Not because I deserved to live,
But because you made me feel unworthy.