CHERRY RED.
you were so sweet to him,
at one point.
when you whisper sweet little nothings into his ear like you meant them. like you really loved him.
your lips would always melt into his, molding as one.
he always loved it.
the cherry fragrance.
the scarlet tint.
the way your lips would wrap around the straw of your cherry coca cola.
but then a terrifying thought would come his head.
how many others have tasted the cherry on your lips?
how many white, crinkled shirts have smeared scarlet on the collars?
how many times were those lips wrapped around something else?
but he'd try to forget about it.
after all,
he loved you.
