He has a face like heartbreak
and his eyes are sorrow;
I'm pinned by his gaze.
Splayed.
Like a paper-feather butterfly;
Colours all gone grey.
Ash.
Dust on my fingertips;
His lips slide warm as tears
Down my cold cheek.
Loving him is madness.
Death.
Losing him is worse.

You had me at heartbreak…
:)