Book of Poems

12/21

Black

Blackness everywhere,

surrounding, consuming everything in its wake.

But for what?

Blackness taking in every corner of light,

each sliver of hope,

all hints of happiness.

This black room is how I really feel,

now,

now that you've hurt me,

after you told me you loved me

then just left.

How could you do that to me?

But suddenly-red,

peeking in from the doorway,

begging to be let back in;

a dark, hesitant, beautiful shade

of the color of roses, and blood;

my love.

You can hurt me a thousand times,

you can moan so many other girls' names,

you can run away every day over again,

but

no matter how much you hurt me, I will always go back to loving you.