Poems of a Marked Heart

Rainbow Suicide (I DID NOT WRITE THIS ONE; I just really liked it)

Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket.

Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree

Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe

Green were the stains, the ones on the hems of your jeans

Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose

Indigo was the night sky, that night you died,

Violet wad that bruise, the one you wore sind your neck.