Why?

Why did you pull away so fast?

Was the disgust so deep

you couldn't keep your hand in place?

Do you ever wonder what I felt?

To exist as the brightest thing

and yet remain the most unseen?

To feel like the sun

is to bear the cruelest fate—

to shine so brightly, to burn within,

while no one ever lifts their gaze.

You take my warmth.

You take my love.

You seek solace in me.

You turn to me when you need me.

But when I ask you to look at me,

you turn away—

Too bright. Too bright.

You tell me how your blue sky

has wrapped itself around me.

Was the bloom more beautiful than I?

Was it easier to notice

something that never asked

to be seen?

You asked about the bloom.

You never asked about me.

And yet—

You're in my head.

You're in my skin.

You're in my veins.

You're in my teeth.

You're in the coldest breaths I take,

in every sickness I survive.

“So I'm the peaceful kind.”

Oh, yes.

You are.

Your peace is indestructible.

And yet, somehow,

you destroy mine.

You're like the rain

that comes with autumn,

quiet and inevitable.

And I am the rainbow

left behind in a clear sky—

bright enough to be seen,

yet somehow

only good enough to spark

a passing interest.

Because you never needed me to exist.

And I couldn't even become

who I am

without you.

My dearest blue.