your favorite color is purple
but it's not the color i associate with you
it's what i see when fall into your eyes
the color i find is blue
blue was the color of the sky
when you called me and told me we'd be alright
blue was the color of your eyes
when you held me close at midnight
blue was the color of the waves
that you said you felt in the dark with no light
blue was the color of our tears
on the nights you drink and the times we fight
blue was the color of my sweater
at the very last time you held me tight
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
