Does it have to be heavy today?
Can I not carry
every memory,
every almost,
every ache—
just for today?

When you feel down
Don’t know what to do
When you need somebody
Hold on, I’m coming to you

When you’re lonely
And you need a friend
When you’re feeling so blue
Hold on, I’m coming to you

Hold on, hold on, hold on
I’m coming to you
Hold on, hold on, hold on
I’m coming to you


When you’re far away
And you want me so near
Whatever you do
Hold on, I’m coming to you

When we’re alone
And its only me and you
You can hold on
Hold on, I’m coming to you

Hold on, hold on, hold on
I’m coming to you
Hold on, hold on, hold on
I’m coming to you

I’ve started sharing my poetry,
and I think I’ve concerned a few—
friends, family—
they didn’t see the blue, blue, blue
sadness
that sits quietly in my lingering,
spilling out in these poems.

It was never my goal,
but the sadness likes to speak,
wants to say what is true:
that the sadness still exists,
a deep, deep
blue, blue, blue.

your favourite colour
was blue.
maybe it still is,
i wouldn't know.
but whenever i see
that deep shade of blue,
that isn't too deep to be
navy and thoughts,
but also not
light enough to be
ashy and gentle,
i think of you.
this was your colour.
and i still
see you in it.

Ame to Sora
Kuro to Ao
Watashi no Tenshi wa Aidesu

Oh to be loved by you

How could I ever be blue?

When you love me, how you do

blue inked pens
stain tear-soaked hands
that write stories
for the whole world
to see
but
their own.