#ginger slander

That is orange. Do you need the hex code? Do I have to prove that he is indeed a ginger?

Almost twisted the way I wrote,  cursed your words, a barely-there relationship I smote, entirely, kissed thine hairline,  drew blood from a tongue to gloat how I had experience,  knew the hearts of men, I quote,  'I get around' to one who hated feminine,  shivering in a park, brought only a coat,  and I sat in his lap, words airy when rose,  he spoke like a curse, and his thoughts even worse,  cruelty and weaponry buried in prose,  a character played, a narrative composed where I needed comfort, I needed time,  he had the power, an emotional crime  where my feelings were mine without a moment of sharing, caring abandoned in a shell of heart-baring my teeth are out now, plucked out by sin,  deep in the pulse, smothered harsh within clouds of smog, smoke, virginity,  tales twisted amicably, agreeing just to win self-esteem back from what I gave to him,  it's my fault, I told him, took the burden under one arm, tucked it away, ate the lies as my hands shook and veins ran thick with bile,  I took the disrespect, handled it with softness,  kindness for weakness, an exchange to talk less,  more words that fly expose more that wasn't true,  more that only prove that that chance that I took with you was blind, provoked, poked in a cage of  spirituality, limbo, a moderate reality  in which afterlives are real, and they're tainted with mundanity,  no love to be found in a heart which pleads insanity, claiming to be a friend of me, just to get ahead of me,  a sickening display of power from the patriarchy steeped in it, his mind was, to put it darkly, pale lips spoke bigotry,  Nina's cries unheard to thee,  upon deaf ears doth justice speak.