Red
My favorite color used to be red. Red hair. Red lips. Red eyes. Red wrists.
I drowned myself in it and I called it romance.
I killed myself every day and I called it love.
(A butterfly with razor blade wings, I sliced through the arms that tried to hold me.)
My favorite color used to be red. Red nails. Red sheets. Red hands. Red cheeks.
I shattered myself and I called it healing.
I killed myself every day and I called it love.












