Missing Pages

Stay, Blue.

Hey, Blue.

We haven't talked in a while, have we?
I wish I'd never have to say those words,
But see,
I don't want to lie anymore.

I like to describe people as colours,
That they remind me of, when I discover,
Who they truly are, or what I see them as,
so yes.

To me, you are blue.
A calming colour, one that puts you at ease,
yet can also be so dark that it leaks,
It leaks, the doubts, the ones you're always on about,
Ones that I never understood.

Blue,
You're special to me,
You've helped me up when no one could,
You saw me breaking, and you put,
Me together, making me stay,
Keeping me awake.

You've done so much, and I couldn't return it,
I owe you a lot, for all the things you did and,
Even when you'd shrug and say it was not a big thing,
It was to me.

Blue,
I want to talk to you.

I want to laugh together like we used to,
I want you to rant to me all the things that bug you,
I want you to be there,
Even if it's a minute or two,
Because blue,
I really miss you.

I'm an idiot, and I won't say that aloud,
Nor will I confess, or even try,
To say hi, because I, can't stop the lies,
about me not caring,
But to be honest, it's tearing,
me apart.

I know you won't read this, like you used to before,
You won't be screaming excitedly, about the singers you adore,
You won't be telling me, about the little things you live for,
Those rare moments that make your eyes pour,
And it hurts me to the core,

To know how distant we are.
You're not Daisy, you're not Lily,
And you're far,
from being my enemy, from being a memory,

Because you're blue.

And that alone makes you,
Important.