red, red and red. I cannot see anything that isn't the blood that ran through my veins into my arteries into my heart and back again. I cannot see anything that isn't the red red organs or the red red blood or the red red pain of my body being gutted like an animal. red red red is the color of my blood and red red red is the color of my eyes and red red red was what you saw when you smiled at me. red red red was the color of my cheeks and my lips and my fingers when all I could see wasn't as red, red, red as your rejection. I do not care for this poem anymore as all I can see is your red red reflection on the heart sitting in my palms. I do not care for how many reasons there are to explain it because all I see is the red red red of your gaze fixed away from me. and the red red red of my cheeks lips and fingers isn't from the butterflies flapping away in my chest but from the blood slipping from my nails. the red red meat of my flesh is a delicious treat if you want me to be tender in your hands (like I am) my meat is all tender for you and your quick lips and quicker wit. all for you, love, if thats what you so desire. if you desire me at all
