i imagine your color to be a crystalline blue
clear and sharp, like truth
and beautifully complex, like the sea.
like the sea your brain waves flow in
intricate patterns and the tide
brings serenity to the shore
and out again
in
and out again
every now and then
i think about the way we'll look at each other
when we're twenty-three and living off of
not enough money, a few cups of coffee,
and maybe five hours of sleep
i think we'll be glowing
with flushed cheeks that come from the energy
of being the world
with bright eyes that come from
starting our lives
we might be broke
but not quite so broken
anymore.
see i've decided we can flip off the **** that happens to us
because hell even blair waldorf
stuck her fingers down her throat
in high school
and then made herself into a most exceptional
queen bee
so the tide comes in.
the beat goes on.
we breathe.
hear the air molecules rushing through your body
it's a race as they chase the carbon dioxide
the tide
comes in
it must have been the boat of good ideas
that brought us together and togibs
so i don't doubt that life is worth living,
at the end of the day.
i have you,
our souls
connected by this crystalline blue
i wrote a poem for you once
about it