Waves

Waves

My nails are painted blue, just like a canvas from my art class.

Painted like a face full of makeup.

You paint away all the impurities, all the imperfections.

Blank,

The way I feel.

Although how can someone feel blank?

Blue,

The only colour I can see.

Although not the blue that is meant to make you feel calm.

Blue,

As in a deep ocean.

Blue,

A raging river leading to a crashing waterfall.

The water is pounding in my ears.

Blue,

like the bags under my eyes, like the bruises left on my skin.

Painted,

Like my tears but they are not blue.

They are clear,

Unable to hold any emotion or pain.

Clear like water,

Water that I drink for it holds no weight.

I can bring it to touch my lips and not feel the bottomless pit in my stomach.

Blank,

My expression every time I look in a bathroom mirror.

As I undress and see everything I cannot change.

Blue eyes staring back into me.

Tears and water they are all the same.