The Mistake

Did I run away with him

Or did we share glances

Did I steal my time for him

Did I give him anything precious

Didn't I conceal enough

Or maybe I revealed;

My desires as true as they were,

Innocent and meek

With its newly born warmth

Fresh yet weak

Its wings glued by blood

Before I could spread them 

The veins aligned to choke them

As I looked in disbelief

Truth stared back at me

Its face familiar yet gruesome

How could he do it

Why did he do it

Brother I called him

Yet he took me to the doom

As surprise subsided 

Anger and betrayal swept over me

I thought of the girls to come

Anger reducing words to ash

My broken voice escaped as gasps

My breath clinging to dear life 

Trying to lick the precious taste once more,

One last time

And I faded; not with the face that lit my hopes but with the face that betrayed me, the hands that threw me to my pyre.