in a garden full of white roses,
i want only red.
i'll even stain the pretty flowers if i have to.
call me selfish,
but i don't care.
i will paint red in the garden of bleached roses.
the red i want, in a color so perfect.
a deep crimson.
concealed behind layers of skin,
that is the red i yearn to use as paint.
but i can't just ask for your blood,
so instead, i'll use mine.
a pint,
a bucket,
i clutch the container,
my paintbrush daring to enter the rich red.
don't worry about me,
i'll stay here painting all the roses in the garden,
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loss for words
Poetryevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...
