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i changed this color 2 years ago
his blood stains on my echoes
the screams of anger i ripped from his throat
the shrieks of terror that escaped me
fill the sky in times of need
to remind me of the times that i was broken
to make me feel weak and forgotten

i'm stronger than you think you know
the more pain she feels
the more shit that made her grow
the more power she has
to protect herself from another one

my soul is rare
and burning hot, a solar flare
my clenching fists are solid cold
but you'd only see my heart of gold
i'm calculated and concentrated
i'm complicated

my eyes gazed into yours
you feel chills, flirt
like i'm inspecting your face
but i'm inspecting your soul
your inner thoughts
the aura in your place

i find it funny
how gullible i am
how innocent we are
how weakening hope can be
if just to hope
for something free
when we know there's a price for everything

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