It's the catch in my throat when I think of you.
It's the dip in my stomach when I realize that no one will ever kiss me the same way.
It's the lack of emotions on a nice summer day.
It's the way I stop the tears right as they try to escape.
It's the sigh I hide behind when I'm left disappointed.
It's the feeling I get when I check my phone for some unknown message.
It's the smile on my face as I act excited.
It's the pants I wear when I know it's too hot for them.
It's the looks I get when I wear shorts in public.
It's the questions asked but never answered.
It's the quietness of my thoughts, never to be spoken.
It's the snow fall as I stand out in the cold hoping it'll push me under.
It's hearing your voice crack because neither of us know what to do anymore.
It's knowing I've hurt more than helped.
It's the rejection sent my way that forces my eyes to never meet yours.
It's the ache in my chest when I tell myself to be heartless.
It's the crash of the waves as I feel them surround me.
It's the look on your face when you're screaming.
It's the fear in her heart when she misses you.
It's hope for the homeless.
It's the complaints about my flaws.
It's being told I'm imperfect.
It's feeling my energy drain out of me or my breath simply gone.
It's staring into the eyes of someone lost.
It's feeling insecure, but acting over confident.
It's hugging the world, for fear of letting go.
It's being alone when you're surrounded.
It's wanting to cry, but wanting to be strong.
It's the cracks in my skin as I watch them heal once again.
It's the last thought that goes through my head as I cry myself to bed.
It's the catch in my throat in my now strangled voice.
It's blue.
