Green-Eyed Butterfly
You were never an old soul,
your blood was made of neon piss.
Bullets embedded in your bones.
With fiery hair and eyes of light green
stiletto schemer supreme.
You got away with most everything.
They couldn't see beyond those car crash curves.
But I could feel your heavy soul
and deep blue scars
layers of armor
double-bolted heart.
You let me peek in once or twice...
into a room of plastic flowers
and wounded butterflies...
You tossed me aside after I patched your wings...
and watched you fly away.
After all, you were addicted to bad-boy indifference.
I paid too much attention to keep you forever...
I pray you made it to heaven
my one-winged burnt butterfly.
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