Brialee Turner

I try to live in black and white, but I’m so blue
I’d like to mean it when I say I’m over you
But that’s still not true (blue)
And I’m still so blue, oh

You were born bluer than a butterfly
Beautiful and so deprived of oxygen
Colder than your father’s eyes
He never learned to sympathize with anyone

You were born reaching for your mother’s hands
Victim of your father’s plans to rule the world
Too afraid to step outside
Paranoid and petrified of what you’ve heard

She says it so well,
No oxygen,
Or life breathing acceptance
Can make someone
Become you.

I feel like maybe I hate you when you
Are close because it hurts to know
My heart doesn’t have air,
But then I love you when you are far away because I can see how beautiful
Life can be when it’s mixed with the pain…?