with you
i feel blue
the kind of aqua teal, though
that roughs you up
hurls salt-streaked sand in your eyes
and shows you what it means
to try
my tongue is tied
but the butterfly
trapped between the bars of my heart
wont stop
screaming
i'm unfinished
a work of art
forgotten
and picked back up
each time a messy storm
with chaos in her eyes
charges
from the edge of the earth
toward the oasis of my mind
im existing alone
without ever being alone
thoughts of you depress
suppress
and i can't escape your eyes
mirroring cracks
i tried to fill with clear resin
still waiting to set in the penetrating sun
eventually
your blues will dry
like paint
into the story of my consciousness
though i'll never be finished
and you'll never be mine