
Don’t take me back there
To those cold nights when the sky fell on my head
The stars were thrown at me like sharp spurs
And I took the pain of every single one
Instead of red, I bled the color of a deep blue
The midnight one in the hundred color crayon box-
I would often show off for you like that
Pulling out the variety box in front of the entire class
Complete with the sharpener on the back…
Just for them all to realize exactly what they lacked
I gained more during those times with you
More than I ever knew could be realized
When I drowned in the midnight blue of the skies
A deceptive feeling of beauty between the ugly lines
I was crossed out as if I could ever be placed on a list
No access for me inside of a melancholy place like this