The Blue Devil

You beautiful Blue Devil. Tell me when you’re done, so I can come over.

Tell me when you’re done being mad at my ways, so I can come over. Let me know when you’re done showering, so I can come over. Call me when you’re done working, so I can visit. Tell me when you’re done being lonely so I can come over. Let me know, when you’re done shitting so I can come over. Let me know when you’re done shitting on me, so I can come over. Let me know when you’re done having a few alone, so I can come over. Let me know when you’re home, so I can come over.

You Blue Devil. I’ll do you’re laundry, I’ll fix your windows, the ones that crank and the ones that don’t and the ones that aren’t broken. I’ll fill your fridge with wine and empty it all the same, with you. I’ll pet your cat and fall in love, with your cat. You too. I’ll hold you all night even when you hate me and don’t want me too. I’ll watch your shows and eat your food and I’ll tell you how I can’t cook worth a fuck. You can tear me to pieces, to shreds. With one lift of a finger, that one with the big rocks on it, you can destroy me.

You can have me whichever way you want, but yet all you seem to want is me. You Blue Devil. Everyone seems to want to see what I’ve shot, those photos, I’m the only one who doesn’t seem to mind, I am at peace with it. Everyone wants to see the hundreds of photos, undeveloped. Everyone want to look at the photos. But all I want to see is you.

You Blue Devil. What have you done to me? My heart. It’s been so long. So damn long. You poor thing, what will I do? What will you do to me? I want you to destroy me. Because if you don’t, and you go away, I will. You Blue Devil. I’m not even sure why I call you that. I said it today, and it flows. You Blue Devil, you most gorgeous beauty. I would hang you on my walls and paint you in the sky, if it weren’t illegal.