Blue Rose: A Poem

The blue rose is for unrequited love.

unfulfilled, unrealistic

How I loathe the “un-” prefix

It is the sound of rejection before the word begins

unwanted, unloved

I am undone by incessant flashes of dark, sharp eyelashes,

Memories of beautiful hands

unbuttoning my blouse -

unable to properly hold my heart.

A single blue rose landed at my feet

many unfeasible dreams ago.

It is now tucked away between pages of a old journal,

It’s unnatural hue staining my words blue.