I wake up & look at the time.
A new day
A new love
With a new moment.
He smiles at me as if he was watching me sleep,
But it isn't an inappropriate smirk.
It is compassionate.
My phone is empty of the past & full of the present.
My face is not swollen with tears,
but smiling with cheer.
I look at him,
I call him blue.
For his eyes are vibrant.
I look up & see clouds knowing there is only up from here.
Blue loves me, even if I am a darker version of himself.
My eyes are a dark ocean blue but he still makes them light up,
Even more than they use to.
I let go of green,
Thinking I'll fall apart
Yet I only fell into blue's arms.
Blue helps me learn to love again,
To feel again,
To breathe again,
To be me again.
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Pathetic Poetry
PoetryHere lies the things that were untold, until now. Please give credit if taken. Pictures come from my own photography or the internet.
