Blue used to be my favorite color. 

Your eyes were like looking at the sky on a perfect summer day. 

But skies turn to storms and you struck me harder than any lightening bolt. 

Looking into your eyes was like gazing over the ocean. 

but not long after I was drowning. The water filling my lungs until I could not breathe.

Soon looking into your blue eyes was looking right through to the frozen heart you held within. 

Your stare was as hard as your fist 

and soon I was completely covered in blue. 

Shaking with fear you left me blue. 

Looking blue, feeling blue, only seeing blue. 

But I cleared the skies. I swam your tide. And I've never hit harder. 

Blue will never be my favorite color again.