blue without her blue jacket
I remember going down to the store with ma and not knowing what to buy
It was my first day of highschool tomorrow and I knew I'd see Mara.
Mara was hot in an unusual way. she wore grunge t-shirts, she tied her hair up all funny
but she wore her vans squeaky clean
She’d run around with her sponge bob pouch, brimming with all the colours of Crayolas she could find at target, and that one pencil. It was blue. and it said her name, but no one was allowed to touch it. no one at all
Everywhere she’d go, she wore her thick denim blue jacket, she veiled herself, and everything about her under that one denim jacket. Her hands always in the pocket
her vans always squeaky clean
She was dominating, she wanted her way, but she worked hard, she stayed up all night
I saw it on her instagram
I always saw a hint of a piece of paper in the corner, i knew it was one of those beautiful faces she’d drawn
The sponge bob pouch sneaking its way into the picture, not letting out the secret of
The blue pencil
Her bag was blue too.
And so was her notebook,
The one she drew in at four am.
I tried on the blue jeans
I knew she liked blue.
Ma didn't let me buy the denim blue jacket, or the blue bag
The jeans didn’t fit right either
Was blue not the colour for me?
No, no it looked good on me
I had a blue ring
I wore it all the time.
You know what ma, let's just get the jeans
I like them, i like the blue
My whole room is pink, it sits within an array of white furniture
But there’s a questionable blue cupboard,
Its stuffed with unnecessary clothes, and rather old and dried paint
It's got tape marks from the thousand paintings i stuck, and then ripped off
They weren’t as pretty as the faces she painted, but it had a small sponge bob sticker on it
Do you think she would like it?
She had the whole big blue ocean inside her,
I could see when the tides were rising
She never told anyone about it
She waited for someone to notice
She smiled to herself as she walked the corridors
As she sneaked some candy into theaters
And as she grabbed ping pong balls at game centres
She took time to let you into the abyss of her blue jacket
But once she did
You knew the faces she drew, the secret blue pencil
and the sponge bob pouch
Blue knew why her vans were always squeaky clean
Blue was the only one she let into her abyss.
Copyright © sumiran goel | Year Posted 2020
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