Her Color Blue

Swear it won’t come to this-
it dies, or I die
Wrapped my fingers in pirouettes
(undid promises I could not keep)
And I gathered my confidence,
lifted words that I could not spend
and forced them through crooked speech
and willed all the words out
I will tear you down! I will tear you down!
Are you alright?
Get up and fight back, temper your tongue like a saint
You are still young, you will still learn to love me
(When will you love me?)
When I spoke, you did not hear,
turned your ears up to tune me out
and laughed when I cried out!
You said everything has a price
Spoke with weight I did not feel
When you were young, were you this sad-
or did age bear the sharper half?
I will tear you down! I will tear you down!
Are you alright?
Get up and fight back, temper your tongue like a saint
You are still young, you will still learn to love me