Everywhere I go, I’m surrounded by blue–
A feeling I’ve never lost, but it’s often renewed.
The sky is blue with streaks of gray;
I sat still and held out until May.
Everything I touch is turning blue.
Everything I thought I knew was wrong;
I’ve been trying hard to make the days go along.
The car I drove past to get away was a baby blue,
And, I wondered how it would feel to lay beneath its spinning blue rimmed tires.
I’ve lit fires inside myself with a blue flame.
They caught wind, and became hard to tame.
Deep down, I’m blue and not the same.
Living blue is a dangerous game.
That house by the school is an electric blue–
The same shade as my innards and brain stew.
The screen of my phone has a blue light,
And I stare deeply at it every night.
I have mixed feelings about that blue sight.
I can’t distinguish wrong from right.

I guess you found me in my darkest blue.
I tried hard not to share that shade with you.
I really don’t know what to do,
But you told me your favorite color might be blue.
That long sleeved shirt you like to wear is a blue-green: aquamarine.
You’re too kind; you don’t know how to be mean.
I’m so rotten; I’m an ugly blue.
I hope you don’t get caught in it too.
I hate myself, but I like you.
It scares me that I might turn you blue.
But the blue I am when I’m with you is soft, pretty and pale.
Tunnel vision makes me frail.
I easily forget how this could fail and end up bad.
I’d hate me more if I’m what makes you sad.



You know I struggle on my own two feet,
And I can sometimes never eat;
It’s so dependent on my mood.
You asked me over to make me food.
You made me blueberry pancakes.
My heart quakes at those berries bleeding blue.
And I didn’t find that berry blue even slightly scary.
You gave me a flower of the same color;
It made me giddy, and I felt airy.
I’ve always wanted my blue to be duller,
But when you make me happy blue,
I really don’t mind the vibrant hue.

The last thing that I want to do is infect you
With my blue saturation for a selfish infatuation.
I’m terrified of my frustration over our peculiar situation.
I’m starting to see my blue on you.
Is this healthy?
I haven’t a clue.
You should know you really do look so cute when you wear blue.
I can’t stop positioning myself in your every move.
I’ve become too comfy with this blue groove.
Blue butterflies swarm my stomach.
I’m overwhelmed; I feel so sick
I’d hate to make your green eyes blue.
When I am with you I forget that ick.
If I ever turn you blue too,
It will be the worst thing I ever do.
Even though I’m stained blue,
I can’t help but fall for you.