Green-Eyed Butterfly
You were never and old soul,
your blood was made of neon piss
bullets sticking from 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...
that room of plastic flowers
and wounded butterflies...
You tossed me aside when I patched your wings...
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 butterfly.
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