He cried like rain
And screamed like thunder

And I

I was a quiet river deafened by his storms

The voices in my head that were once just whispers are the only thing I now hear.
They are no longer whispers.
They have taken over.
My thoughts are now playing on a loudspeaker in a loop!
They block out everything that’s happening around me
and I am now just a vessel that’s breathing.

I miss you
Not your body but your friendship
Not your kisses but your laughter
Not your touch but your kindness
I miss you

I’m
sorry but—
I love you.

What is the color blue?
Is it simply the color of royalty?
Or is it the color that bonds me to you?
Your skin, my blood, and the crown,
All share the hue.
Perhaps it’s just a strange thing our people believe—
The most common skin tone, is the royal color too.
Perhaps it’s more than you and me,
Perhaps we will always belittle yet worship the color blue.