broken butterflies

I watched this broken butterfly try to fly
Wings slipping on butter paved high ways
Every time she try to would get high enough to reach skies she's never seen
She fell and became that broken butterfly again...

I let her leap up into my hands
As we face each other I saw bloodshot, tear-filled eyes that still remembered
Getting fucked over each and every time 'this is the one' left her lips
Those past lovers that never really, loved but could fuck her love starved mouth - shut
She wanted to be loved by reality so the reality was
She hasn't found mister right yet
They took advantage of her
Each man that passed was good, but not good enough, the good ones always passed, by*
Her mister rights always went left; missing after the game is over...
Mistakes leave before today becomes forever
Looking for a permanent male partner seems difficult
Let me edit your search strings... you're looking for the right words,
You’re just going about it the wrong way

So I said happiness is just around the corner.
Confident that this stumble will not result in paralysis
I prescribed a road trip to the other side of the street every four hours
Don’t exceed more than 6 doses per day, leaving is a process
I was letting her in steady and slow like an asprin regimine
She looked up at me hopeless [make a right at the light, I said]
Still hurt, still confused. [2 blocks down, keep moving]
Nothing really changed after the twists and turns
So I finally said take Interstate Eighty One South
I felt as if the arteries leading into her heart were restricted
By zip ties stretched as tight as possible
Leaving her with enough blood pumping to stay alive
she cried
I told her the scissors are in my hand but I can't cut the ties
If you won't let me get inside
I can love you like forever was yesterday
And today is eternity

I want to wrap words around your waist
Reel you in so I can write my lips onto yours
Kiss you until our taste buds merge together
And I can taste what you're eating from another room

I want to...
hug you like the sky hugs the earth and ground you walk on
kiss your bare naked feet like your dorm room floor does when your roommate is gone
touch you like you've never been touched before
and if for some reason you have
I want to heal those scars from it
and cut you wide open again
lick the blood seeping from the wounds
I want to be your miserable mornings,
your good afternoons,
unpleasant evenings and
your last call for jesus at the end of the night.

I want to put you in the slot for today's main reason for breathing
And tomorrow's favorite idea of the year
I want to fly freely in your stomach
Come out of your mouth as your own words
That levitates us both into the smiling skies
Of constipated constellations of condensed stars almost as bright
As the grin on your face I want to permanently inspire
I want to be your revolution
I want to be at the part of the palm of your fist that pens poems
Pen clenched tight - CLICK
I want to be ink splattered unevenly on paper
taking shape of a poem
And then I want you to read me at an open mic
make the girl in the front row have an orgasm
and the guy in the back row hold onto his girlfriend for another week...

I’ll meet you on I-81 S
Happiness is off of exit: me never

I can't promise to be perfect
but I can promise to try