Sad Girl Poem

Kind of Blue

Was this the kind of fight that had

Missiles soaring through the skies

Buildings constructed with the toughest wood and sturdiest beams

Annihilated in seconds

Was it the kind of circumstance circumnavigating

A bigger truth of regret and internal sorrow

A kind of love that burns out tomorrow

It's imperative right now

Because right now I can faintly finish a thought

You are the end to all sentences

Preludes to my periods, my exclamations and my questions

I can't categorize us, what genre was that deception?

What theme is our passion

What adjectives do I use to tell the full length feature

With its highs and lows

With this pen in my hand

Will anybody ever understand the love

We specially brewed out of whatever exotic fruit

We produced

It's inconvenient for us not to be together

It's artificial to act out days where your presence is not viewed even once

And how do I explain after only mere hours and huge transgressions

How do I explain that being with you is a need

That superceeds any pain you may have cause

I need an all encompassing law

That details this kind of blue that

Colors my fingernails

Soaking the page with every letter I write

I need a number that counts

Tears released at your meanness and tears held back

At the lack of your embrace

Because memories are cruel in their reminders of what we were

I need your presence presently

Our moments creating instead of created

The last ones curved the medium of who we really are