It's the color of blood
The smell of iron turned to rust
The color of your lipstick
Staining the collars of my shirts
It's what I see when you scream
It's what I see when I fall
The intensity of it all
Consuming my thoughts
The color of passion
What we once had
It flashes in our brains
And in sirens
I see it in the board games we play
On family nights
In the soda and wine and punch
We drink with friends
It's the color of the apps I use to forget you
One that delivers food
One that plays music
One that gives me ideas and quotes
All to cope with the loss
Of my strength that you took
The color of my footsteps
Walking away
The sweetness from strawberries
Crimson and tasty cherries
The stop signs on sides of roads
Trying to get your attention
I'm sure you notice them more than me
It's the rose I leave on your steps
The color of your curtains moving
As I turn to go
Red is danger
So be warned
It is also desire
Proceed with caution
*****
The blood on my hands isn't my own.
~Luna Galaxy, a fallen star
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with love
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