Happy belated birthday

thinking of how she wants to refer to youand all that came to her was ‘blue’

she falls in love with things alone and without a soul
(not that you don’t have a soul – oh gods, do you have a soul)
with a shell, a picture, with a smile she stole
something shiny and perfect and pretty and made of gold
lonely and wonderful and still and cold

she doesn’t know you
she’s in love with you
the coldest, clearest blue

characteristics she wants you to have
flaws she allows you to have
in love with the strength she gives you
with the perfection she grants you

imagine, i imagine
blue, heavenly blue,
my sweet secluded one
i imagine
i know
everything about you


Over Jackles

Filosoferende fantast.
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