if i could envelope you in a clever lie of love
with blue-ish, blue-ish minds and
tiny brown eyes,

then i would look you dead-on,
ask if you mean every word you say.

i want to be your favorite person.

polka dot frowns that are whimsically sorrowful
mean nothing much to me
if they don't mean much to you.

the way the clouds shook the night
made me bitterly frozen.

you knew it.

who could help me when my chest was burning
in the cold?
who could tug me up by my arms and
turn me calmer?

and you were there with your mess of hair
and traffic lights
like a living, breathing memory.

sharing little,
but when you do it wraps around me,
like a story is meant to.

let's not feel blue-
ish.