The Blue nail polish has chipped off.
Although by the time the last fleck of paint
Had fallen off of my nails, it wasn't blue.
My fingernails were stained with red hair dye
I had scrubbed into my scalp to forget about
your hands running through it,
Making my nails a more purplish hue, covering
Up the blue we had so attentively applied.
I knew the blue wasn't going to last forever
But I was hoping I could hold onto a piece of you
For as long as humanly possible, collecting
The fallen paint into my heart and piecing them together
Until I have my blue fingernails back.
My therapist told me to write letters to the stream
To accept that I can't chase water forever and write
Down all the things I want to say to you
And wield my own element to burn away the watermarks
I left on the page, writing them.
The fire infiltrating the unwielded moisture
Seeping into the lines of the paper and leaving
A circle of protection for my heart. Fire- the element
I can control, knowing that I can always return
To the warmth of it.
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A/N: This is not completed but I actually don't want to finish this because f him
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Poetry Portfolio
ПоэзияI've got a lot running through my head, I suppose I should write it down. Poems I have written- just decided I may want to share them.
