This isn't finished.  I wrote it ten minutes ago.  Unless you live in my head, you probably won't understand a word of it (which, I believe, leaves out pretty much everyone but me).  I'll leave it up to interpretation, because to explain it would be to sound much more psychotic than even the poem itself.  I will say this:  the first boy isn't a real person, the second one is.  The person the second boy is talking to is not me.  The girl is me.  I am not talking to either of the boys.  The cat is a metaphor.  Understand it yet?  Yeah, that's what I thought.

"Quietly, quietly,
Whisper to me.
There're rubies in the floorboards,
And your stars are made of lies,"
So says the boy with the golden-green eyes.

"Run with me, run with me,
And drown in the sea.
Place your hand upon the table,
And the world could be your prize,"
So says the cat with the golden-green eyes.

"Go please, go please,
You're naught but a disease.
Your lips are dipped in poison,
And your voice is my demise,"
So says the boy with the golden-green eyes.

"Fly away, fly away,
I cannot let you stay.
Find yourself another nest,
Invent a new disguise,"
So says the girl with the blue-green eyes.

I shall finish and re-post this in the not-too-distant future.  Maybe.  Hopefully.