|midnight thoughts|

Red

Red.
Anger.
Madness.
Blood.
Gorgeous roses, and a touch of love.
A million emotions, in just one hue.
And just that hue describes all of you.

A butterfly fluttering past a window,
the clouds and pouring rain.
None of these things are close to the red
I see when I am pained.

So pain turns into sadness, and sadness into blood.
The blood turns into a massive mess,
oh God, what have I done?

The mess turns into mumbles,
mumbles tied into knots.
The knots are untied, and soon I find,
the mumbles turn into thoughts.

Thoughts turn into words on a page,
the words turn into a storm.
And from this storm, a gorgeous red rose
is finally reborn.

This thorned rose fills a girl with happiness,
you could say that she's insane,
but a prick on the finger from just one thorn
turns her happiness into pain.

So her pain turns into sadness, and her sadness into blood.
The blood drips down her wrist and neck,
and she hits the ground with a thud.

This sounds really depressing... I wasn't even expecting the poem to get so sad when I started writing about this color. Yeah, major trigger warning on this puppy. Stay beautiful, my lovely flowers!
-Alexandra<3