I am blue,
Depressed,
Melancholic,
And sometimes
I’m azure,
Staring at clouds,
Living mania,
Through manic
Phases,
And stages,
On stages,
In this stage
Of life. Or
Maybe I am—
---
Blue,
Cerulean,
Sapphires,
A rare gem;
A pleasure
Looked at,
And upon
With a smile,
And a
Certain pride,
All before I
Say something
Like,
Maybe I am—
---
Blue,
But indifferent,
Blended into
A pint-sized
Smoothie
For you to
Ingest,
And digest,
Without need,
You wanted
To leave me
Like a piece
Of shit. Or
Maybe I am—
---
Not blue,
And I’m not
Easy to be,
Or be around,
And you hate
To hate me,
Yet you love
To reminisce.
I’m not your
Colour palette,
And I can’t
Be made in
Your shade,
Because I am—
---
Stripes of emerald
Bleeding through white forever
Into indigo.
About the Creator
Joe Satoria
Gay Romance Writer | Film & TV Obsessed | He/Him
Twitter: @joesatoria | IG: @joesatoria
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