To you, I was a butterfly
To me, you were a prince
The one who I could count on to show up in armor shining bright

Oh, so bright
Bright, unlike your eyes
That had darkened with pain

Pain that you passed on to me
Passed like a torch to carry for miles
A torch with no endpoint but its next victim

A butterfly can only carry itself so far with the weight of a torch
A torch, thrown into a heart
A heart with paper walls and gasoline veins