you wore a red dress,
a red the colour of blood.
a red the colour of hurt
and a red the colour of pain.
i guess that red dress
was made for you,
because you cut my wrists
and used my blood,
that was filled with hurt and pain,
to colour in the pretty picture
of your red dress.
[ so, the reason this shitty poem was written is because i have a new book on it's way called 'red dress' and it'll be published as soon as i can find a cover for it! i'm pretty excited about it because it's got some diversity in it (well, as much diversity you can get with just three characters) and it's my first lgbt+ story so yayy! the song up there is Crystals - Of Monsters and Men ]
YOU ARE READING
emotionally
Non-Fictionbasically a book where i write down how i'm feeling, throw in some really shitty poetry here and there and maybe a few songs for the hell of it. [ trigger warning ]
