Scarlet Letter

You look

at me

with some

sort of

disgust,

but you 

are the pot

calling

the kettle

what she 

wishes

she weren't.

You can

be hurt.

You can

be angry.

Betrayal

is real.

But don't

think of me

as that 

scarlet

letter,

when you

are as 

red

as the evil

day.