I loved you like blue.
Because blue was never just blue.
It was the sky before the rain
the ocean when nobody was looking
the color of something beautiful
I could never quite keep.
And maybe that’s what I did.
I kept looking
as if looking long enough
might make something stay.
It’s three-thirty in the morning
and somehow I find myself here
thinking about the things we love
but cannot call our own.
Because sometimes
you can love something so deeply
and still have to accept
that loving it doesn’t give you
the right to keep it.
You have to let it
belong to the world.
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