My Poetry Collection

ลำดับตอนที่ #5 : The Blues

The Blues

I liked it when they were blue.

I favoured them more than brown

Or even amber.

Not that those aren’t pretty—don’t get me wrong—

They’re just not… blue.

I think it’s because,

Sometimes, I could see multiple shades of orange when the sun rose and set.

And…oh God, they were especially mesmerizing when they reflected all the purples.

I don’t know about other people,

But even with two black voids amidst all that blue,

They just never stopped being pretty.    

I loved it when they were blue,

Possibly with a tinge of green.

Though they were definitely not brown nor amber.

Honestly, I can’t fully recall what shade they actually were.

I would have, if I could stand looking at them longer than two seconds.

All I know is that they were blue—

Some days with glasses covering them,

And some when they were me looking right back.

And that—

The blues were the shiniest when you talked about your favorite games.

In my crazy mind, they even sparkled when you laughed.

When you passionately argued, I could see them shift just a pinch darker.

People often asked me what my favorite color was— I didn’t really have one.

Still I would say blue just because many people liked it and I hate not fitting in.

But I’ve grown fond of it ever since you looked at me.

I have never loved blue more than I do now,

Even long after you’ve stopped.