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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