Blue Filtered Heart

I would take my hand

and pull aside

your azure veil,

to let you see

the world without the filter

of your favorite color;


quite frankly,

I’m sick of telling you

the sky is blue

and having you not believe me.


This should be

the one thing

we can both agree on,

even if we hunger

for each other’s blood.

Water is wet,

the sky is blue

and love is never painless.

Don’t you agree,

or are you immune to love, too?


If I try

to remove the veil,

peek behind your

gossamer partition;

would you see

the sky like i do?

Would you feel

that sweet torment

and understand

that this is us,

without the benefit

of manufactured separation?


What is blue to me

is the sky to you.

Water is wet;

that’s why we see the sky

in the blue spectrum.

From the light in our eyes

to the empty part

in our hearts

that hurts endlessly.


Maybe you don’t need

to see the sky.

Stay dry

and remain a special creature,

unhurt by love.

Who really cares what’s above?

The sky is overrated.


HG – 2017

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