• was it bronze or was it blue

  was it hue or was it you

  how could i possibly choose

  to describe the beauty

  or the blood

  that it drew 

  your fingers your jaw your cheeks 

  my flaws 

  i can't be without you

  so i have to be without you 

  a heartbreak in my dreams 

  and a handshake in my thoughts

  van gogh packs up your things 

  and the medicine lifts you off

  as you sink into the quiet neurons 

  working away in the back of my mind 

  a blue lightning nightmare

  that i can never doubt i love 

  be free be well be happy 

  you dick

   

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