A girl I loved
Well
A girl I love
She used to write poetry
I asked about it
Knowing I shouldn't have
I wasn't worthy of her love
I needed to break my own heart
To hear her say she doesn't love me
I was lost

Of late heavy hearted
Hollow
Withdrawn
Unidentifiable
I felt something
Something calling
To clear my mind
I journeyed oncemore
The cemetery of me
To see a year later a glint
In the spectrum of love
A poem

Only to be written by her
Painfully
Longing and yearning
To love Blue
I feel her writings
Every last one
I want to be Blue
Is Blue really me
It cannot be
Although
I want nothing other
Than to be Blue
What must I do
Do I draw near