The sky is blue.

but that’s only after the rain has settled and everything thing inside have me has poured out into the skies
I dove into the ocean with open wounds from a love that was a facade
but Poseidon called me to these barracks
made of broken shells from all the enteral wars I’ve battled
what a beautiful display I have set for you

do you ever forget that the ocean is blue
just as the sky
the horizon’s capability to hold the two beings in one place making them mutually exclusive
has me questioning my ability to exist beside you
The reefs of my rib cage isn’t as beautiful as they used to be
people have scraped my foundation for what feel like centuries
and I have not yet mastered the art of regeneration

I used to pray that you’d never forget me
and how I was your favorite color
But your eyes have set sail upon seas of stars
and I am far from a nebula
even my deepest shade of blue does not compete with the beauty of the night sky

there is more magic upon a shooting star than a wishing well
and all I wish for is gratitude
all I wish for is solitude
all I wish for
is to meet you at the horizon one last time
so you could fall in love with the depth of me

and I’ll show you why I make the sky want to touch the ocean