Millions [Poetry]

true blue nostalgia

true blue nostalgia

november12twenty17

upon a million wishes, I would have it my way to wish for you every time.

my legs are so tired from all this running, breaking at top speeds and crippling me. I've been running from the guilt, from the artists, from all of the colors I've been given or offered.

I still don't know what color I am. my heart is blue, true to my blue. I'd sorrow over any mixing of colors, I hate that my heart is potentially a palette. curse the artists and their heavenly glows.

I've had a sentimental feeling for yellow, never loving but heart-skipped. I need yellow in my life, just not in that way. I'm too true to my blue.

and green. lean green, jaded and tortured. green was all my scaffolding, green was so my smile. green was dead so long ago, green stole away my trust.

these poor victim colors - why must they get mixed up in me? my blue's turned darker, spinning round in hidden circles, I can't stand to think of what's possibly going through your head. yellow's queasy, losing brightness, intermingling green, pallid broken seams..

green, I'm still so sorry. yellow, I'm still here.

and oh true blue, I'm so sorry for what I've done to you.