Green

Unapologetically together,

seeming like we're teeming with

something you'll never know.

Seeping with tingly feeling,

I am not ashamed.

Sometimes almost instinctually

jealous.

Green and calloused...

your face.

Are you sick?

You should be ashamed.

Others' happiness clouding your only heart,

it just makes me so sad

to see your body become shapeless and

distorted

with your poisoned flowers in hand,

ready to give to us.

They are blue and green and smoking,

with leaves sharp enough to cut through

your thin skin.

And though they were intended for us,

they will never break the unbreakable.

I'm sad you will never know the love we feel

because of your cloudy heart.

If only you would let it rain and allow the water to

flush out the pain

and the green

because underneath I do believe

that there is color beyond imagine.

Unfortunately, there isn't anything I can do for you.

Only you can find yourself out.

In the meanwhile,

we will climb mountains and

raise the dead.

Maybe someday we could blow you a kiss.