Blue Lunch Box
It was that blue lunch box
The one that became a symbol of my childhood
That blue lunch box represented the one person that was supposed to be my first love at sight
Yet be the biggest monster I will forever disguise
The person who I will never be able to share memories with
But will forever need their approval
That blue lunch box had everything you needed
A quarter before 6 is when that blue lunch box appeared – next to the front door
It told me the time
It held the most humanic essentials
A blue Gatorade…
Overall I can say maybe your favorite color could have been blue
It represented your dark, sad, careless, twisted, lies and heart
That forbidden blue that is engraved in my head
The imperfected texture of that lunch box
Its prickly corners that were destroyed from hit after hit
The same hits that I would experience from your choices
Even after all the years the blue lunch box
It had been washed hundreds of times by its loving wifeA wife that would soon lose her mind if that lunch box disappearedOne dayAnd suddenly it was gone… that was when sense of self was brokenBroken amongst us all