I Lied

I
Is a solitary stroke
Breaking the white expanse
Of a sheet of paper
I
Am a solitary figure
Roaming through a Blue world
Without sight or color
He
Has multiple meanings
White is only hurt betrayal
Red promised to always catch me
Blue Eyes is not as he appears
He
Does not tell me much and
I
Am always wondering
Could two solitary figures
Become one?
The only Blue
His eyes, not malicious
Only him, safety and solace
I
Would never steal
His story
And claim it as my own
No matter how dramatic
No matter how poetic
I
Write in first person
For a reason.