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I hate the color blue
I hate the color blue.
It’s the color of blue skies
and the color of my mama’s eyes;
and my mama’s eyes were
the color of clear blue skies.
And I hate it because
every time I look up
my mama’s eyes are spread across the sky,
and it’s not fair because
Even though the sky is still here
She isn’t.
(I never got the chance to say goodbye.)
I detest the color blue.
It’s the color of the ocean
and the color of His eyes;
and His eyes are
the color of the sparkling ocean.
And I hate it because
every time I try to step away,
His eyes drag me deeper and deeper.
And it’s not fair because
even though He’s the one drowning me
He isn't mine.
(I never got the chance to tell him how I feel.)
I despise the color blue.
It’s the color of Forget-Me-Nots
and my ‘best friend’s’ eyes;
and her eyes are
the color of freshly bloomed Forget-Me-Nots.
And I hate it because
every time we lock eyes
Her icy blue petals strike me right through my heart.
And it’s not fair because
even though the both of us promised ‘forever’,
She forgot.
(Forever was never as long as we intended, was it?)
I hate the color blue.
It’s the color aquamarine gems
and my eyes;
and my eyes are
The color of aquamarine gems.
And I hate it because
every time I look in the mirror,
I am reminded of everything that I have lost.
And it’s not fair because
even though I try to forget them,
I just can’t.
(And, maybe I was never meant to.)
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I actually wrote this piece while washing dishes, and i was reflecting on my friendships with other people.