Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Painted Blue
6.18.04
Thinking of you
While I sit here, lonely and cold
The peeling nailpolish is painted blue
Decorating the cracks between the keys
Of this black keyboard
Abbreviated, but not reinvented by the painted white
And so I think of you
Sitting here...
Somehow, still- despite all these memories
I wish you were here besides me
Laughing at the peeling nailpolish
Laughter fell from your lips-
Because I was too lazy too paint on the blue
So it was just an illusion, after all
And it doesn’t mean a thing to you
I know you aren’t real
As I design you in my head
Every line, every seam
All for me
But in reality you are all but dead
There’s nothing here to touch
To hold, to feel, to smooth
The roughness of the realness-
Makes me feel as though I’m painted blue
Upon this canvas-
Known unto my small world as you
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]