Red

*Trigger warning* self harm

Red It travels through your veins just like the trains at three in the morning. Red it fills those checks of yours with that beautiful glow that you try so desperately to never let show. Red it brings that ever so soft tint to those irresistibly soft lips of yours. Red like the blood that surrounds and fuels that spontaneously gorgeous consciousness that is yours I personally admire the color red.
The color red can be occupied with many things such as seduction, love or hate. I can't seem to wrap my head around the hate part of it but for others it rages like the strongest of flames, and what color is a flame? Coincidence I think not, but this hate. I see it in you my dear, it's strange really because this hate you have is for yourself I could never put my fingers on why. On why you would fill your shower drain with your ever flowing life force. I can easily blame it on the pain. But it's more than that and I know at for a fact.
I've seen it, crusted over and dry. I love your red but not when it's dripping down your wrist or upper thigh. You slice away your hopes and dreams with every slice saying these horrible things. Such as f**k you your not worth it and no body will ever care. But you're wrong, I love you, you are always worth it and I have always cared. Your red is soaked in the infinite potential that rest peacefully within you. I will admit, I have also poked and stabbed at my inner as well as my vessel saying these incredibly rude things that would make me shake and quiver just like chopped liver. I would never want that for you. The only red I want to see on you is that adorable blush or that flush of red that comes from the heat when our vessels finally meet.
I love your red, I love the red the fuels that spontaneously gorgeous consciousness of yours. I love the red that leaves behind that pink tint on those irresistibly soft lips of yours. I love the red that fills your cheeks with that beautiful soft glow. I love your red, especially when it's on the inside of you.