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» red paint

scarlet, just like your lips.
warm, just like your embrace.
intoxicating, when your hands are on my hips.
comfort, when I found solace.

lather me with trust, overcome me with joy,
'till i see nothing but red and lust.
neon red electrifies my heart,
which was once deprived of any touch.

but too much of it might just be too much,
for my fragile heart to handle.
one day, the voltage will be more than I can chew
and my heart will only splatter like red paint,
on a freshly painted red wall,
unnoticeable but present only to the painter himself.

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A/N:

i wrote this on mobile in between tuition breaks so forgive me if it's not metaphorical enough because metaphorically, i'm a whore. of course i had to insert a twenty one pilots reference. i'm trash just like that.