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blue endeavours

said someone,

blue is the color of melancholics and nutty dreamers.

i agree.

(for s.m)
blue is the sky on lazy summer
days and blue is the instant you
take my hand in yours when we're
lying on the grass under this (blue)
sky. you're in an all blue ensemble
today, blue bands to blue boots. i
like blue. i think.

blue is the broken tears when we
realise our love is not secret
escapades at 3AM, but grotesque
greasiness guzzling coffees and
red bulls (we're fools for doing that
but we're fools together and it's not
as glamorous as (blue) tumblr
makes it out to be.) i hate my
straggly hair and shiny face at 2:30
and i know you hate size 10 texts
crammed in backbreaking books.
blue is when we finally shut our
books in resignation and sit in
quiet silence, fingers tapping away.

but blue tastes like the detox tea
(organic! yummy! effective!) you
always drink, and blue is my face
when i find you crumpled and
crushed over ceramic bowls and
blue is my tears spilling your tears
gushing our tears falling when we
realised we're fucked. (for lack of a
better word, because when were
we normal?) blue is us sitting on
chilly concrete with truth blowing
on our faces that we're never ever
going to be okay.

blue is ugly and i hate it, and i know
you do too. blue is us and maybe
that's why we hate it. but blue is
also us finishing notes for finals
and blue is us finding a dollar in
last week's shorts. blue is coco pops
on discount and blue is us scarfing
pasta with no guilt, blue is that
barista that draws smiley on our
coffees and blue is that little bird
that trills at 5:45 AM. blue is us
never ever going to get truly well
but blue is us trying to flush out
the blues. i tolerate blue. i love
you.

a/n: color series #2 for all the platonic loves out there