A TOAST FOR TEARS

RED.

            every night,
       every fight i have
           with you is worse
       than that of a
           broken record.

            your actions tear
      me up continuously,
            like i was plastic,
      you burn me
            as if it was
      something to
            get rid of.
      but the stench
            of the flames
      haunt you
            like my
      nightmares.

            your words eat
      up my brain as if
            they were termites,
      and my mind
           was a cavern
      for your
           meaningless
      sentences that
           then drape over
      my body, cold.

           your presence
       is a strike of red
           vandal over my clear
       canvas; you were
           once a masterpiece.
       you were once
           my favorite shade,
       but then i realized
           other colors
       made me shine
           more than your
       plain, blood
           red.