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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.
you had a green thumb,
planting rose after rose.
but when you grew bored,
a tulip would show.  
her stem was too short,
her smell did grow hazy
so not long after that,

you planted this daisy.

I thought I was special,
I thought I was yours.
until I saw you water
that daffodil *****.
(shoutout to the daffodil who ****** my boyfriend)
I'm tired of it all...

the jealously,
the hurt,
getting back,
the anger..

just...everything!

Why can't we just start over

be friends,

and just be happy you came back?
I just want everything to feel right....and not have to worry about everything I say
in love
with my sadness
swallowed
by my need for happiness
Thinking your feelings?
Try tasting with your earlobe...
wrong ***** is used.
I am not yours to fix.
As broken as I am.
As tired as I may be.
As many flaws as I have.

I'm not yours to fix.

My flaws make me who I am.
Without them, I'd just be a mannequin.
Mannequins are pretty.
I'm real.

And I'm not yours to fix.
late october,
today my heart is wandering,
I still listen to your music.
things I like fall in my lap and I pick up the phone to tell you,
someone I can hide behind

maybe I just like warm waists and strong arms
maybe I like feeling small,
I met this boy today, love,
he reminds me of home, of fresh tortillas wrapped in tinfoil
he reminds me of this summer, and of you.

he doesn't like the things we liked,
but he's a different fabric
and I am patching this idea that
we never stop loving anyone
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