I Am Not Your Savior

I don't mean to rip out your soul,
You living, breathing masterpiece!
Ambling, grumbling, reluctant art
Placed so perfectly on this piece of time.
To damage your butterfly wing pretty heart
Would be of the nastiest and worst crimes!

I do not want to fight the shroud
As the only sunshine to break your fog.
I dance and weave between the billows
That linger like heavy blankets over windowpanes.
I gingerly rub the dust and dew from the glass
As your roughened hands mirror in sync what words cannot explain.

Somehow even gentle gestures such as these
Catch sparks and burn my face, my voice, my memory
Into your heart and mind
Like a wound that will never heal.
Eternally stinging and bleeding all the tears wasted on me
Until I am the only thing you can feel.