you were the colour blue
touched with your cold hands
i was helpless
hopelessly addicted to the sunset skies and the deep ocean fish
that you said you held dear
you loved the colour blue
the forget-me-nots and the summertime beach trips
the slight blue of the night skies with the blue-tinted stars cresting the event horizon
i saw black and white
but you, to you i saw blue
too much blue
all around us was blue
but you made me see the blues of your eyes and the rusted signs in your backyard
not the blue of the gaze behind my back or the dark, dark blue of the water in my lungs you had so skillfully breathed into me
the blue that kept me at arms-length to you
surrounding your hummingbird heart
my chick-a-see heart was drowned, trying to reach you
i loved the colour blue when i was with you
but you put it all on me
and decided it didn’t suit me
so you took it back
and i saw the blue of the bruises on my chest
the blue of the ocean of unrest you gifted me
the blue blinding of my brothers and sisters
the blue of their wary
the blue of my weary
the blue of my hands and my heart, the only blue i had left
i see in black and white
and you couldn’t make me see otherwise