My Blue

I run my hands

Across the blue.

Tossing a pebble

Into the ripples

Of the sky,

Of my hopes and my dreams.

My tiny rock

Thunks a pretty white cloud.

He’s manipulative.

It’s raining.

It’s pouring.

Everything is wrong.

Drip-drip

Drop

My pretty clouds

Turn dark

And dreary.

He’s a liar.

Droplets

On my umbrella

And ripples

In my blue.

Clouds in my sky

That turn dark

As dawn turns to dusk

And my whole world fades

Into the grey.

Drip-drip

Drop

Why does he take my stars

Out of my blue?

Why does he take my moon

...and break it?

Now I can’t see...

He takes my light

My trust and my love

Right from my blue.

Takes it away from me

Like it doesn’t even matter at all...

Though it was just the words

That he said

And it was just the looks

That he gave

But I can’t stop the rain

And the drips and the drops

Falling from my blue

It’s raining

It’s pouring.

Everything is wrong.

I can’t fix it;

Not this time.

Drip-drip

Drop

My blue isn’t pretty, anymore.

My blue isn’t blue, anymore.

pervert.