[P] Moths & Butterflies

I still remember
when breathing curved your fingers,
arched young, touching back.
Moth fluttering
the heat of bulbs,
hot to touch.

But summer grows old, my cold mother:
a heart of steel does not burn warm.
I am not a butterfly like you,
my wings beat, but...

My shudder of love,
does not produce hurracaines.
It appears apoligies are in order,
sorry, sorry, sorry for everything.

Speak up, I need to know:
"Was it worth it?"
I mean, if this was death
would you admire its gravity? It's noble descent?

So when the sky falls,
please tell me how to fly again.
Icarus never had this much trouble...

Pity. Your little whore tongue
bites when it should suck.
It bleeds when you bite,
so be a vampire instead.

You desperate butterflies,
be aware that you will be pinned.
Anesthetized.
The hearts extracted.

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This is very much "work in progress" so PLEASE give feedback! I really want to know what you like, what you dislike and what would improve it. No matter how critical. Thank you to all that read my work.

~Jack~

So when the sky falls,
please tell me how to fly again.
Icarus never had this much trouble...

Pity. Your little whore tongue
bites when it should suck.
It bleeds when you bite,
so be a vampire instead.

You desperate butterflies,
be aware that you will be pinned.
Anesthetized.
The hearts extracted.

those three stanza's don't really fit the rest of the poem
They seem to move into an entirely different direction. Usually it's the ending that gets better, so I'd say scrap this ending and come up with something else. I do love all of it before this though.

I'm certainly no expert in poetry but I read it over three times and thought I should atleast say something. There are a couple of good lines that I wouldn't touch but unfotunately there does not seem to be any consistency in structure. Though it is spaced out and easy on the eyes there doesn't seem any ongoing pattern in the number of lines per verse, unless you are deliberately doing it in order to show contrast between the two creatures you describing but then again I don't know what your intentions are structurewise. Trim the first verse into four lines or space out the longer sentences, see what you can do

EDIT:

I still remember
when silent breaths sang a story
of better days, when we were new.
Unafraid of the light,
forever flying
under summer stars.

But summer grows old, my cold mother:
a heart of steel does not
burn warm,you were not born
to feel this way.
I am not a butterfly like you,
my wings beat, but...

My shudder of love,
does not produce hurracaines.
It appears apoligies are in order,
sorry, sorry, sorry for everything.

Speak up, I need to know:
"Was it worth it?"
I mean, if this was death
would you admire its gravity?
It's noble descent?
Would you notice?

I remember
when falling didn't hurt,
when it wasn't cold,
when you'd come.
A butterfly wasn't meant
to love a moth.
Why?

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I hope the changes are enough.