It was like <br>A bruise <br>The type of blue <br>Recognizable by a glance  <br>Not sky blue<br>Not ocean blue<br>But bruise blue<br>Not peace nor mystery<br>But rough and harsh<br>Delicate and weak<bbr>Skin meek color of Blue<br>Soft tenderness with whispered curses<br>Passive aggressive sighs<br>Of “It’s alright”<br>And “I’ll be fine”<br>And “This happens all the time?”<br>You fall recklessly for too many<br>You’ve gotten used to <br>The gravity<br>You can pin point<br>That feeling you get in your core<br>Before<br>You hit the ground<br>That moment of interruption<br>The frozen scene seen through every dimension<br>The blissfulness <br>Of stationary suspension<br>Just before <br>The bruise forms