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