Our Blues

Jealousy You make us slip into suits of the children we once were- with buttoned hearts to our sleeves Lips interlocked like the sharp zigzags in closed zippers- Skipping ropes of uncertainty and playing hide and seek with our buried insecurities- We dig in the dirt until it turns into a quick sand where we are stuck and our new shoes have been damaged beyond repair. You damage us beyond repair- like broken chinaware left on mommy’s kitchen floor. We climb on mountains of the piled past only to jump off- and throw every ounce of confidence qe thought we had like damp rocks into rivers -and the ripples in the water are the only proof that we ever loved ourselves- Jealousy, you play the saxophone to our Blues Jealousy, you ugly bruise Mesmerizing purple and black hues- Leaving us scarred from falling off cloud nine- Until our scraped knees and ripped tees become a part of us- and the ‘silver lining’ in the clouds becomes nothing but the adornment on the side of His mistress’ dress- I must confess- You make our demons rise and self-hatred becomes a bandage we cannot rip off-