Dysfunctional Thoughts

Red

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Red is such an intriguing colour.
It has so many connotations and meanings, all on so many different levels.
Emotional. Spiritual. Physically even if you believe it so.
Red can be the evolving anger that swells from deep within you.
Or the deep passion and lust you feel toward a person.
Red can be crimson, like the blood you shed; whether you shed it yourself or from others.
Or just a deep, noticing colour like a seductive red wine.
Red is its own  feeling if you ask me.
Toward one person you can feel that depressing red anger,
and to another the red lust that pulses through your veins.
Ot maybe just a simple, light red love.
Either way, red is absolutely enticing to me.
It is every emotion.
Yet it is not an emotion.
And that is absolutely perfect.
From now on when I don't know how to feel toward you, I'll say I feel red.
For my hatred for your very being.
For my lust of your mind and soul.
For the love for you that swirls deep within me.
For everything.
You are my Red.