we called him blue
It's scary how much it suited him
my first real crush, taken
by one of my oldest friends
I revealed it quickly to virtually all but him
blushing hands clamped over mouths at sleepovers
laughing whispers bouncing around the beige school halls
I still blush if you mention him
he turned my world a blurred blue and a bright red
a red of embarrassment
cause that's all it was
purely flustered
stolen glances from my seat
and from him?
deep blue oblivion
he's still in the dark
I never told
he'll never know what he did to me
my red, his blue
the pale neon of the brown-haired beauty who took him
baby blue's much better than purple, anyways.
