My Original Works

Red

Red symbolizes so much, especially on my favorite day of the year.

Valentine's day.

You were dressed in that stunning red velvet dress that hugged your figure almost as tight as I had when I first said that I loved you. The dress pooled to the floor around you as if you had materialized out of the blood coursing through your veins, the heels clicking against the hardwood tiles of our home we've shared for two years now. The longer I stare, the more of you I seem to take in. You are a goddess to me, and I an ignorant mortal. The way your curls bounced with every step you took swarms my thoughts as I stare at your form, taking in the sight of you sitting on our sofa in the living room.

I remember your stunning smile as you flashed me with your dazzling white teeth, amused by a joke that I had told you to lighten the conversation. Your skin shone in the light of the moon, making you appear to be the light of my darkened life.

I thought that I would never find anything better.

I found the perfect one.

That's why I refused to let you go.

I had to keep you forever.

I had to have you for myself.

The red dress stuck to your body as it was stained a permanent deep red, the same red that covered my hands as they shook with joy and excitement.

I had to have you forever.

You are mine forever.

Your eyes, once a lovely green, dull and lifeless as they looked me in the eye, looking but never seeing.

I will love you forever.

Forever.