blue.
it is the color that always fades inside
of you.
it's the wind ******* the globe.
it's the color of your son when he decides to leave home,
it is the taste of the morning air, even when you
wish it weren't;

(especially then.)

blue is the color of past lovers eyes
because those blue ones always say
good-bye.
blue is one deep breath and a handful of doubt,
blue is for people you've learned to do without.
it's under your eyes when you find
yourself lost in your mind,
                   searching for another color wheel to climb.
colors don't share, but that's okay.
because blue is the color that always fades.

i write poetry about you
for strangers to read,
they say you're an *******
they say i'm in need;

of something that counts
of someone who's different.
so next time you touch me,
these strangers can hear.
baby, one day,
you'll see,
you'll be cowered in fear.

I
hope
my
fingers
freeze,
crack,
and
fall
off
before
I
have
to
put
this
pen
down,
and
when
they
do
fall
off
I
will
learn
to
write
with
my
toes.

tonight im unhappy.
just like last night.
just like tomorrow night.

with tears in my eyes
        I begged you to stay
             you said
             "hey man,
I love you.
but no ******* way."

I believed in love until my grandfather ****** another woman.