you always said your favorite color was blue
Like the sky crashing into an ocean at midnight
your room, it was painted blue like easter eggs we used to make and then end up throwing them at each other
the walls that you put up around you, I liked to think of them as blue
but not like the sky crashing into the ocean or the easter eggs
your walls I liked to think of them as a shade of blue that was so dark it was almost black
my favorite color was always black, go figure, our friends they would call us
black and blue
like the bruises I would get when you were drunk and it was late and you couldn't control yourself
you would always apologize with brownies, a lopsided smile, and a white letter laced with the early horizon blue

that was always my favorite shade of blue

when you had left me you had left me a card that was black laced with blue and it said that you couldn't stand to hurt me any longer
I understand why you did it but what you don't know is that I am still black and blue it's just on the inside now and after everything, what you don't know is that I would've preferred your version of black and blue
because in the morning I would get brownies, your lopsided smile, and a card with my favorite shade of blue
and now my mornings are filled with bitter disappointment, ashes of my gray heart, and and cards that are only black in the back of my mind

I like to think blue is still your favorite color and that wherever you are you know that black is still mine

One simple name,
you had called her.
You didn't have a reason to,
nor do you care.

That simple name,
scarred her innocent heart.
She believes it is true,
lets it tear her apart.

One simple name,
it was funny at the time.
It was only a joke,
you didn't commit a crime?

I'll tell you a secret,
I hope you can keep.
She's sick after every meal,
and cries herself to sleep.

She's given up food,
she's given up hope.
She's finding it hard to breathe,
she's finding it hard to cope.

"You're so  fat."
is what her bully said.
That simple name*,
is the reason she's now *dead.

you created fireworks in my heart;
but all I did was add a few matches
to the fire she had already started
in yours.