You were a different shade of red
To the blood on the kitchen floor
A different shade of red
To the satin sheets smothering our fiery hearts
You were deeper and darker
And so much more unruly
Than anything underneath the dying stars
Something that made me grin
Made me shiver
Made me yearn
You were a different shade of red
To the way your words floated before my lips
To the way your eyes glistened in the moonlight
The way you smiled at my soft looks
At my gentle gestures
At the way my hands flurried towards you
And the red grew lighter
A different shade of red
A rose growing amongst the veins
Until it could not grow anymore
Excitement turned to soft happiness,
Soft, soft happiness-
To fear
To hurt
To the unknowing
There was carnage in your eyes, fangs in your mouth
And I knew I had fallen in love
With an animal
You, who turned my joy to wretched rooms
And crowding hallways
You were a new shade of red
Like fine wine, flooding my mind with the allure
Of good decisions
Of bad mistakes
Like the hollow poison that cracked my lungs
The silences that clogged my senses
The emptiness that stopped up my breath
That ruined my every intention
Of seeing anything but the red
You were the different shade of red
That I saw in everything
My sister's rosy lipstick
The glowing flowers across the street
The glass of drink sitting full on the counter
You were everywhere and nowhere
You were the chains that cut into me
That sought out and dragged out the red in me
You were my new creation
My old destruction
And I fell
So
So
Hard
Until the red turned black
And I didn't see you anymore
You were gone
And red?
Red returned to plain old red.
And the rose in my heart bloomed
No longer needing you
No longer wanting you
And red returned,
To red.
[mistakes in red shirts and dark eyes] p.t
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