when we first met,
I was drinking.
and you
were wearing
Red.
and I fell in love.
with how you dreamed,
and how you spoke,
(but most of all, with You)
you just glared,
and our friends laughed,
and I smiled some
but mostly I drank.
and I told you it wouldn't work;
that you were fools;
that People
don't change.
(but I followed you anyway)
besides, you didn't listen.
(you never listen)
but that's okay,
because I can see all that angry Blood you talked about, now,
and it doesn't matter that most of it is
mine,
and yours,
and theirs,
and it doesn't matter that now we're All dead.
because you always did
look your best
in Red.
// inspired by Victor Hugo's Les Misérables.
