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lotusmystiek
lotusmystiekstill as depressing as always
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she was blue.< br/>he saw.< br/>and all she had to do was open her eyes.

blue

by Lotus

Blue. He called me Blue.

Not Lena,

Not Angel,

Not Williams,

Blue. He called me Blue.

I didn't know if I should feel special. If I should feel one of a kind. If I should feel fear.

Blue. He called me Blue.

Was it a nickname? Was it what he saw? When he'd look at me....did he see Blue?

Blue. He called me Blue.

Did he know? Did he see the mental bruises of that night? Did he finally hear the whispers behind my back?

Blue. He called me Blue.

What did he mean? What should I think?

Did he know? Did he see? Did he pity me?

Blue. He called me Blue.

Was it something I should overthink? Was it something I should fear?

Blue. He called me Blue.

Maybe it were just my eyes. The colour, the colour in my eyes.

Or my tears.

My fears. My regrets. My guilt. My bruises. My thoughts. My feelings.

Blue. He called me Blue. He called me Blue. He called me his Blue.

He called me special, while I was dull. He called me one of a kind, but I was unoriginal. He called me fearless, didn't he see?

He called me talented. He called me pretty. He called me warm, while I was cold. He called me sweet, but I was bitter.

He called me beautiful, but I'm bruised.

And empty.

He called me Lena.

Blue. He called me Blue.

He called me blue and I smiled. Because whatever that meant. Whatever he thought. It must be true,

Because I am....

Blue.

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