impermanence

fifty-two.

𝒓𝒆𝒅

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pomegranate stains
my teeth and tongue and hands

we buy the freshest
strawberries and raspberries
and i pick tomatoes with my grandma
in her garden

you give me a bouquet of roses
and a promise of love
you're enough, enough, enough
and your cheeks blush

we sit around a fire,
breathing in the warmth

anger taints my vision
i spit out blood and
hold out my fists for another

it's fall, and all around me
the leaves fall
crisp under my feet

you see the world through
rose colored glasses,
tint the world your hue

i would have drowned in red
if it meant
i could see the color forever

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i'm so normal about this color (read as: oh my god i love red i want to consume the color)