Red, do I love, Red do I hate
Bleeding the power of a savage redcoat
Breaking the bones of weak allies.
I had hurt her for your love
As much as you loved to hurt.
By biting the face who cherished your gaze
By bleeding the blood who pumped your toxins
By singing the songs of our cries
Ripping our stem from the ground
Plucking the tiny pedals
With your dirty hands
That set our world into ablaze.
But I still rested my fate into those rusted hooks.
I remember a love
That broke my touch with fantasy.
Never have I mended it’s cracks
So I stand behind yellow lines
Just above the tracks.
You handed me a rose
But our love wasn’t any special
Just a mutual desire
A dispensable choir
and conversations with fire.
Still, I was frightened by it
The love I almost shared even more.
Poison by caution
As I cautioned with poison
To put more trust in my lust.
Craved your used tool
Of the famous rusted thrust.
But never did I want to accept it
Even with a little trust.
I do not write with resent
Nor of a claim to our time
But only a tribute to a memory you will once forget.
Once a friend, an enemy, a lover
Now a familiar distant stranger.
I dreamt you were more gentle on my foolish soul
Then maybe I'd fix the broken gap
That still oozes blood and sap
From my sorrow and spirted soul.
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