Butterfly Affection


Yesterday was yellow
And today I can see the aches
I feel the wind breeze the hairs I dislike
Blue in my self loathing
What have I done
Slowly reciting my thoughts
The Repetition has damaged my confidence
Promising to be more forgetful
I never do it right
I was almost full
I cry
Let me empty as the sky darkens
Tomorrow might be yellow.

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