Paper a la Mode

blue~
The sky was ever blue. So were you. Nothing would soothe it, this desire to cease. This yearning to die.
You smelled of it. It dripped from every pore of your putrid exploited body. It ran onto every thing you touched. Everything you clung to.
I loved your self hatred because it was all I knew of you. But it hurt to the very core to worship the martyrdom. To see it eat at your soul and exploit you time and time again. It has never left me.
You were ever blue.