To the bluest hue of my pen,
Is there enough ink that I could spill?
that can make a river trail
that could remind him of the depths of this ocean
-that the only current it carries is him.
May the droplets explain that he is the very reason for my ink to be graced on pages.
I have tried other colors
and
I
only
write
with
blue
because the other colors didn't take me there.
They were counterfeit pens that couldn't allow the left handed calligraphy of my soul to expand.
I
only
write
in
blue
Because no matter how many copies are done
there is still the
original
masterpiece
that was slowly cultivated to consume the pages that have been so empty
Devoted to the
grip and
conviction in this pen
I have
loved
you
since my writing was looking for a purpose and
you
happened to redefine it.
Now under lock and key
only left with displays of
what is
I can only write about you in
future and
present tense
-the purpose defined has no end
Incomprehensible words seem to escape my lips
to break down
why second choices usually
don't have the same hue
yet I cannot choose for the
black of your ink
to remain as us
if there is a she who makes your ink incline to other pages
I've been at this writer's block
and with weary heart in hand
left you in the crossroads.
I know the journey that must be tread.
Still I'd fight for you
if you'd ask me to perform the prose
to win the competition yet
currently this is just the deepest diction on display
May she erase the blue in your black
as fingers could never stray of its point of origination
I differ because I'd come for you
if she ever didn't reach the depth of your soul
where i have etched my signature in Braille
so only you can comprehend the poetry
Forget me not blue hue as I watch black ink trail away
Droplets of my blue left in the stains
I've left onto your sleeves.
For I always write in blue
so a path is left
if you ever need clues of how to return
to the pages engraved with your penmanship
I've loved you for too long to be filled with greed or ego
-yet selfishly living on the hope of my immortality to live on
in the threads of your notes of love.
I will always write in blue
-as you are the one I want/ed forever with-
My only muse