I see in red,
Yes.
Once I've met that 'perfect' person,
I see only the good;
The way they protect me or love me.
I don't see the bad;
If they're toxic or abusive,
I just don't see it.
I also wish in red:
I am lovesick every day
That I am single.
Being single hurts more
After your first relationship,
And more still, after the second;
More even now, after the third.
So now,
I wish in red:
'Dear Aphrodite,
Goddess of romance,
Give me one thing. Only one.
I want true, perfect love.'
But I can't have that.
It doesn't exist.
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Poetry By Me! (Morgan, he/him)
PoetryThese are poems that I write. My pen name is Morgan, so call me that! Also, I use he/they pronouns and love to write. Please, if you find any you particularly like, let me know in the comments! I plan to publish some of this in a book, just need to...
