WORK IN PROGRESS

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