I remember when I fell in love with the color
color blue.
I was pulling on your dress all the while
everything else fell over and became
charcoal grey. 
You wouldn't  pay any attention to me,
and that made me feel
blue.
My heart turned black and screamed out your name,
but you had nothing to say. 
You were busy cutting cleaning your sins from your hands. 
I close my eyes as hard as I can,
and still.
No other color.
Just blue. 
I still pull on your dress in my dreams asking for you attention. 
My lucid dreams never change. You still won't look down
at me.