Blue

You told me that I was one of a kind

and you wanted to comb through my

mind all of the time and you began

your climb and your descent ruined

the only hope that I was due to

pursue the things I needed

and I did all of those things for you I did it 

For you. 

I was met with great regret

when I figured our lazy duet 

would end in the fashion it began-

with a person and another person

testing that primitively constructed plan

and it doesn’t work out and that will 

always be true but I believed those things

and I believed them for you I did it

For you. 

That day in your bed I was hoping

to let you feel what’s in my head-

what you’ve said, or what you’ve

misled me to think but of course I’ve misread and

misheard but the only place I’d prefer

to be, still, is in the dark blue of your comforter

and I’ve felt those things and withdrew

but I felt them for you I did it 

For you. 

We kissed with cigarette lips

by the creek with swinging hips

and there we meet the end

but it’s not the end because the 

end doesn’t taste like cigarettes

and cheeks and kissing, the end 

tastes like gravel and salt where the

bus I took too much comes

To a halt and I took that bus for you I did it

For you.