Poems about blue

I heard your name today.
It sent shameful chills down my spine.
How can something so full of life feel so cold.

I thought about you a little bit after.
It made me smile.
I could feel each laughing memory on my lips.

I was happy, but it hurt.

I like to only remember the good times,
But I need to remember all the bad to remind myself why.

I never knew a person could make me feel so guilty for their own mistakes,
But you were amazing at it.

I had always been one to stand up for myself until I met you.
Never had I ever felt so small until I took a stand right next to you.

I can see you in my mind.
You branded yourself and then you left me.
Left me to feel the flames all by myself,
Left me to hear all my demons without a defense,
Left me to ponder every action and every mistake.
Maybe it was all my fault.

No.
It wasn't my fault.
Fuck you for making me think so.
Fuck you for manipulating me,
Making my think you were someone you weren't.
I could blame the monsters in my head,
But you were the real monster.

You are the evil that entered me.
You are the drug you encouraged me to take.
You are the hysteria I let myself travel with.

I wear this pretty face as a mask to obscure the past.

For a pretty baroness
Without her farce
Is a pretty barren mess.

The sky lovely clear blue,
A blue tray to put things on,
A spelling book to write in on a Monday morning,
Mrs Ganble takes the register, every one is here
You sharpen a pencil,
Write on lines to make your writing straight,
Leonard's on the move, buying a pizza,
Car moving on the road with some one in it,
My eye looking at you in a nice way.

You remind me of my favorite pair of old blue jeans.

I wanted to wear them every single second, just like I wanted to be with you.

But one day...

One day, they stopped firing me
And
I had to say goodbye.

Where wind sleek the beaches,
Though the rustling are due.
Where the sand doesn't holds,
Any of the sinking hues.
Where life flies amidst the rainfall,
Yet the sky is all dawned dew.
Where the depth sinks within,
There is this weary place of the little self,
Where very often i go all blue.

I can't figure out
What writes these words,
Is it my hands
Or is it the keyboard?

The leaves look so lively
With its birds resting sleeplessly
As I recognise the sun shines passionately
Unlike my back of mind, deadly--
Parting it ways from gay to blue, intensely
Yet longing for no more, lovely.

My husband,
Tried to choke the life out of me,
I escaped.
Alive.
My face turned blue
And my heart turned to ice.
I am frozen.
Will I ever heal,
Find real love?
To be treated with the kindness and respect I deserve.
To heal my pain.
Heart,
To love again,
Truly.