Butterfly Child.

Talk about your wounds,
Talk about reasons to keep going,
Talk about the photos in my notebook,
Talk about that maybe, I hurt you.

Now that I've seen dragonflies dance
And butterflies burn,
Maybe I've always been able to tell right from wrong,
Maybe I've always been choosing "Wrong."
And I've seen dreams
And played with time.
Clocks just remind me of my lies
Always.

Talk about my reasons, sure,
Or about how much I've hurt.

I've seen things that should
Never had been.
And I've seen your scars
Your burns, your marks.
Every
Single
Time.
Am I supposed to be okay?

Does it help you?
Does it hurt?
If I could cut myself
Would you teach me how to cut myself?
And if I could burn my hands
My arms
My thighs, for sure.
Could you teach me how
To fly so close to the Sun?

But you burn
And cut
And drink
And fuck.

And I'm just here to pick up
The emotion.
And store it
Deep
And Darkly away.

And I'll hide your pain
But the marks still show,
Eight sugars in your tea
And still a bitter taste.

Liar liar
Wings on fire.

You're coked up when you're not alone
And you take valium
Just
To
Get
Through work.

I dispise you
And envy you
And think it's my fault

I'd like,
I'd like to take the blame.

You
Are
Not
The butterfly child,

You don't even have wings.

See my scars
They're in my eyes
And yours
Displayed so vividly,
And bright.

Cigarettes no regrets,
Cigarettes no regrets.

Words written down
In invisible ink.

Oh sure you crave the world I
Live.
But,
I hurt
Too.

And I know
Your pain,
You told me
The things.

And you,
You just guess,
That maybe I'm stronger than this.

But I'm such the perfect
Liar.

And
I'm
Not
The butterfly child,
But I want to be
And that's fine.