PAINBOW.

red lips.

i remember her red lips.
they were full and vibrant.
sometimes the colour of blood,
sometimes milder and soft.

even when she spat out profanities,
all i heard was sweet music.
she was a big, beautiful mess
and she loved me.

in a world so bland,
her smile was a dash of colour
that caused a ripple which reached me
and so i came in colour.

i never really listened to her speak,
only admired her perfect face
and musky scent
which seemed to scream, her.

she was everything
that i didn't know i needed.
my red lipped beauty.