Laying in the tub I once thought I’d die in, blood flowing freely while Ella Fitzgerald plays in the background, is a dream altogether. The bigger dream is the dreams I dream still. It’s oh so blue oh so true. Glitter masks the tears falling on my once rosy cheeks. I can’t remember if they were ever rosy. Or were they always blue? My lips remain unloved by anyone not even me. I’m oh so blue not so true. My body untouched like a piece in a museum. To be looked but never touched. Admired but from far away. It’ll cost you a pretty penny to touch me. You’ll do it anyways because you think love is free. I’m oh so blue never true but always darling, always blue. Moonlight serenade drifts off in the background, serenading me to precious sleep to dream once more.