Blue

My fingers are blue.
So blue that it as if I dipped my fingers in the ocean solely to paint.
Every touch is as deep as its cold interior of the sea.  
Although without your red vibrancy; I'm left thirsty for your attention.  
Depriving me of your scarlet heat of gratitude.  
Staring at me blankly in disgust.  
Has left me cold to the touch.  
Painting my emotions blue.