Blue, is the new shade of envy
I watch it bloom as you
Stare into me
Two black holes wearing halos
Of poison ivy
Surely, blue is the new
Shade of envy

Blue, are the hearts I have broken
You were gone, and his arms
Were wide open
No harm done, now he's gone
But your gun is still smoking
Surely, blue are the hearts
I have broken

There is sapphire
Frozen in your eyes
I watch the waters rising over
His dead body

Blue, is the red that I'm seeing
Painted in sparks as you are
Blinded by me
Under your skin, I can feel your blood
Is boiling
Surely, blue is the red
That I'm seeing

There are sapphires
Blazing in your eyes
I'll let the rage keep rising over
My dead body

From the blue, came the shot
That is ringing
True as any diamond
You could ever give me
As you fall, I am caught
By the love in your stare and the
Bullet in between, and now
Blue, are the lips
I am kissing

There are sapphire
Embers in your eyes
I watch the colors dyeing over
Your dead body

There is sapphire
Mirrored in my eyes
Don't leave me, I'm so sorry
There are
Two lovers lying by my side
Surely, God finds mercy over
Somebody

To build us

We say goodbye
I wave goodbye
To you
And your
Left-handed
Salute

You promise you
Won't let them
Change you

I tell you
It won't change us
If they do

you make moments
into masterpieces

my room becomes a chamber
a corner in the casket of time
a jewel-toned golden age
with a glossy guitar
and a red velvet case
and jungles through the window
and sunsets in your pupils
and you flow, into the sepia
of the chaise lounge and the
pastels of the curtains
and i sway, criss-crossed on the
chipped floor
and we float, on each note you pluck
and mercy love, you play for hours

my grandpa never smoked
but he worked in a tobacco factory
for thirty years
and one day,
on a wall of a bathroom stall
in that tobacco factory
he saw something scribbled
so he copied it down
on a napkin, he said
then carried that napkin in his pocket
until it fell apart
twenty years later

yesterday,
my brother wore a cap and gown
and gramps gave him a card
in which he'd scribbled down
"success is getting what you want
happiness is wanting what you get"
then he drove back to the cabin
in the foothills, where he lives
and my brother lit a cigarette