Silken pigment catching the wind
pulling like feathers plucked
from grey butterfly wings

I've seen the worst of you

like a hemorrhage
brought to just below the skin
your wings have holes
from all the small places
you've pushed your way into

looking for flowers
where the sun couldn't reach

with the slightest icy change
in the breeze you did your best
to color yourself

darker than you ever had to be

and I held back your hair
delicate and falling
while you did your worst

you bleed any way you can

I see you wishing it would all
circle the drain and bring you
to the blossoms you can't find
but you won't listen when I say

they're not there and they'll never be

you can't hear me while your wings
are scraping away
and I did my best to say
the only flowers worth your time
are the sun soaked ones
you knowingly leave behind

I was there before I knew
so much of your life
you'd make ****** and grey

and I stayed

but I've more than found my way
without you or either of them

now I think I'll let you crawl
when you could have flown
after so long trying to keep you
from that narrow hole
maybe you will finally fall
and be free of this

other woman

you should have called friend