Our love symbolised red,
Red from bloodshot eyes after every misunderstanding
Red from grazed knees after jumping at incoming trains
Red from a lustrous strawberry liquid tearing out of our skin
You changed my perspective of red, by roses
I was surrounded by roses
A Beautiful red
They filled the space in my heart
And sooner my lungs
And although they were immaculate and beautiful
I couldn't breathe
I was a masterpiece of roses
But my museum was crashing down and you,
My only author, did not realise.
