Nail Polish at Midnight

I painted my nails blue

because I couldn’t think what else to do 

to stop myself from thinking of you.

I didn’t realize until they dried,

it was the very color of your eyes:

that pale gray-blue of stormy skies.

And you told me to keep you off my mind,

and I tried to keep my thoughts in line

and I really am not one to pine,

but it’s really hard to keep you out

when the voices inside fill me with doubts

that I ever knew your whereabouts.

I smudged the polish when I got in bed

and a million alarms went off in my head

but the one that lit the fire red

was not that no one has felt fulfilled,

nor that we either kill or be killed,

but that if you don’t like me, love,

well then,

who will?