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Flawed

Blue always belonged to you

And all I could do

was gaze as you


ran with it


the tendrils catching adrift in the wind, gliding over the ground like it

was your God given right to exist unbounded


A weapon for the wielder

Beautiful, ruthless, cold

And you used it arrogantly

Unknowing the power

does not come from the holder

but the colour


What was blue for you,

floating flippantly in the sky,

whipped and tore into every side

of me viciously

Repeatedly reaching for

My hands

My mouth

My hair

My legs

My body


And all I could do

was stare as you


ran with it


Quiet.

Silent.

Silenced.


I watched.

Waited for the day I could

scream into your face instead of

whispering behind your back from

paces away


kept in place

kept at bay

letting you race ahead

kept from going insane

eye trained on the target of your head


I seethed as you shamelessly

mocked me for not keeping up.


Blocked by your hand and yet you still

had the audacity to suggest

your “natural superiority” as an

explanation for the distance caught

between us


I endured it all


ate up the miles

with smaller

strides


just to prove my

capability


But when my feet

could finally


fall


in


step


beside yours


You Told Me To Fall In Line.


You claimed I must’ve had

some stolen blue in my pocket

Or wrapped around my thumb


As if nothing I could do would

amount to more than a fraction of

your corrupt accomplishments

So I changed the scale

You are no longer the

measurement

I compare my life to

Leapt past and left you looking

forward for the first time


And all you can do

is see as I, too,


run with it


my fingers scarred

lips split and hair splintering

shins bit, ankles blistering


skin bruised


blue



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