Red,
the fire flowing
through my veins.
Caged bird trying to
break from the bonds
I have created.
Your blind, white eyes
don't notice my idle
existence.
Touch my skin,
let me freeze.
I deserve to die
in your light.
If it's ever known
that what I do is wrong,
I will never dare stop.
For hope of catching
your view.
I see you,
hidden under it all.
You're red
and I feel the fire,
fueling the wild bird
inside.
Soon she will be free
and the cage void
of safety.
YOU ARE READING
Crush
PoetryPoetry to describe the magical feeling of being thrown violently into the waves of what society calls a "crush".