Red Red Red
ah the tentative poor
and beautiful you
I write
(try and keep up
its hard we all know)
to express some
loathing self suffering
of mine yours I do not
have certainty:
have certainty
vivid are the copper coils
the strands that burn
like flame when lit
(flames when lit
burning)
in my mind
breathless pushed under
you
breathless
pushed under
I question the validity
of my words actions
meanings
(but then I always did)
and I regret
devouring with sharp teeth
dragging and
and
and
I regret
not what I did but what I left
empty and hollow and un
hole
I wanted to return
the sweetness
(like honey and digging my finger
nails
into
flesh: ::)
Your breath back into you
your heart back into
mind soul this this this this
(but isn't that just
something like:
like:
a mirror
glass)
shatter and blood
and lost)
I want you to have rose petals
drifting in the heated water
(a mirror, for you
more accurate less this)
It should have been yours
not mine
(not no not: don't argue)
Everything you gave me should have been yours.
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Life is what you make of it.
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Synopsis
I've never written anything like this before. Let me know how I did.
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