my head is full of blue thoughts,
that i can't shake free.
a heavy fog of the type of thoughts
that make my eyes go runny and red.
the blanket of regrets
and bitter disbelief that offers no warmth.
i wouldn't put stock in it
ever
getting any better then this.
i think of lovers never loved
and bodies never held close
kisses hanging dry in the air,
blown away by carefree mouths.
i want the million little things
that arn't really things
that i know i can never have,
i want the moments lost and forgotten
in the darker shades of grey.
i want and i need,
i beg and i hunger.
but i know,
such things
that arn't really things,
are so far out of reach