your favorite color
I am falling apart over you.
I'm sorry for speckling your hazel eyes
with blood
and your warm, soft skin
with hurt.
I am afraid that my heart
will fall out of my chest.
your hair is cut short like
my desire to keep together,
so you, knowingly
hold me close,
and I watch as my heart melts
violently into you.
I fear that its sickly color
will ruin your clothes,
but red looks good on you.
red is your favorite color.
YOU ARE READING
11/10 poetry
Poesíahi. here are some poems. take them they are my children they get better as they go, trust me. i'd just read the newer ones if i were you
