This was written by my best friend, partner in crime, and sister, Jess Ackerman. This poem is called "Blue". She wrote it as a representation of me. I love her and wouldn't trade her for anyone else.
It's the way she carries herself. Not above anyone but almost as if everyone was better than her. It's the color her aura shifted when I told her I had to leave. It's the hue in the jeans she wears and the dye in the band teeshirts she's well known to don when she feels lazy. It's way she's able to sweep across the living room floor, but it's not the sweetness in her kisses. It's the softness in her hugs and the swiftness in her footsteps. It's the color of her veins before she pries them open. But it's not the anger she uses. It's the sadness of after. The disappointment in her mother'a eyes. The depression that overwhelms her. It's the hope I have for her everyday. Praying that she'll return to me, unharmed. Although, my prayers fall short. It's the love I use to piece her back together and send her into the arms of another. It's the adoration that she'll never know I have for her. It's the way I'm able to watch her love him, and wish she was loving me.
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~Depression Poems~
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