I'm sorry for telling you about all those red scratches
For not choosing clear skin over hot burning matches

I hate beaches on hot days
I hate happy families and their happy dogs
And sandwiches and sandcastles
I hate melted ice cream
I hate sticky hands and sandy knees
And sunburn on pale faces

I hate cloudless skies
I hate the glowing sun and flip flops
And the false hope that things will always be easy
I hate surfing
I hate happy splashes and bright green seaweed
And tiny ***** on rocks

I love beaches on grey mornings
I love cold sand and oval pebbles
And raindrops and leftover beer bottles
I love burnt out cigarettes
I love roaring waves and the wind
And scarves around bruised necks

I love cloudy skies
I love the moon at midnight and the way it offers more truth to the lonely than the burning judgement of the sun
I love the seagulls ugly blare and the screams of the girl with red hair
Who gives herself up to the ocean because she knows nobody else cares

Veins run like blue rivers
Silent oceans crashing in your body
We sit in blue darkness
Until blue skies rise in July

Blue eyes reflect blue moons
in November
Empty girls in blue ball gowns
Searching for brown or green
Or anything but blue