Seventeen

Blue in my veins,
Blue in your eyes,
An ocean I’ve been lost in,
For the majority of my life.

Red I have felt,
Red you have made me,
In spite of my rage,
You’ve still enabled me.

Blue has my heart grown,
Red, how my tears dry,
Yet gentle measures have been taken,
Persuasions to disarm the assailant.
Blue has left me shattered,
Red, how my heart flux,
And never before the after,
Will I again attempt to count my ducks.

Breaking, broken,
Bodied or bruised.
Disappointment’s made me aware,
Of the fact,
Of your dues.
How you owe me such,
And such with no return,
For you broke the vows,
And you live;
you learn.

You feel regret,
each moment you breathe,
you’ve earned it.
I hope you understand, this hurt,
you deserve it.
In case you’re unaware, this love,
I disowned it,
And it’s up to you,
Whether or not you choose,
to hold it.

And if so,
Blue is the color you will know,
Blue and red, no others though—
For blue is the bruise our love had made,
Blue is the abuse that give no take,
And red is the shame that you will gain,
Red is all anger you shall not maintain.