Blue

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inside a box

wrapped in a bow

under wrinkled paper

(contained)

blue roses

at my door

 

I am a wildflower

I am a meadow

I am a wide open space

 

you can’t sit me on a shelf

you can’t put me in a vase

 

(i’m withering here)

 

blue roses don’t exist

blue roses can’t grow

 

I am a wildflower

I am a meadow

I am a wide open space

 

(you don’t know)

 

grow

wild

blue

Subtext

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You wrote me in (a certain way)

I didn’t speak my dialogue (correctly)

Asked too many questions

Laughed in all the wrong places

Didn’t gaze up at you (as it was written)

I went off your manuscript

into a poem,

a painting,

a cloud

(and you couldn’t write me back)

The hero will always be hero (you hold the pen)

 

I’m standing on the balcony

I’m falling in the ocean

I’m setting with the sun

 

(not every story has a happy ending)