𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞... sinking ships, raging seas and tumultuous hearts, love isn't easy for you. it's a struggle, a constant inner fight of 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔦? 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔦? 𝔡𝔬 𝔦? feelings are hard and they rumble inside you in a dissatisfied mess that begs to be let out. your heart screams and cries inside you and you… you can't, you won't. you're scared. and love is scary, it's hard and sometimes it just doesn't work out. people leave, people hurt, people change their minds. and you and your cold stormy heart yearn for the calmness, for the distance, to be allowed and able to simply not feel. and yet, you do. it rages, it fights and storms inside you and you try to keep it down, keep it quiet, to feel pretending not to. it's the burn of childhood friends growing apart, of parents that aren't quite there, of relationships that burn out. so you snuff it down with water, 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔩𝔲𝔢, 𝔟𝔩𝔲𝔢, 𝔟𝔩𝔲𝔢. but being loved by you is blue too, just not in that way. it's the soothing, embracing feeling of floating, the moment when you sink down bellow the waves and become one with the water, with everything. it's the balance, the dramatic yet calming sound of waves that crash against a rocky shore. you're the good and the bad, the violence of the storm and the watery peace right after. you're the blue, blue feeling and loving you is watery tears, yelled confessions that no one will hear and burying 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔡𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱. your love is dark stormy blue, it's vast and deep and all encompassing, it's safety in the surface of danger, it's trusting the unruly abyss and yet i'd gladly risk drowning just to feel what it's like being loved by you.
