Butterflies And Broken Bones

And I am sad that

The truth is the truth

And I can’t sugar coat

And toss it in rainbows

And make it less hurtful

Like the blow will

Purge itself and flutter

Away

And I am laden with lies

Like you

And everyone

But when the words cut you

And there’s nothing to say

I can hide

In the back of your throat

And scream until you

Flush the spoils

From your veins

And the tiles look less

Of white and more of

Vermillion satin

Water colored

Anguish

And I can paint with you

And fill the voids with

Cotton because

It’s better to bandage

The wounds and walk

Away

And you will heal

And I will leave you

Dwelling like an

Animal in t he dead of winter