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Red
Red. The most deceptive color.
Red lips, red scars, red drops.
She woke up to her world
And ev'rything was red.
Red like the dirt she walked on
Red like the team she cheered for
Red like the guitar she owned
All she wanted was to hide,
So she did. She hid away every
Part, every flaw, every treasure,
She hid until she was no one,
Until she had no one and
Nothing to hold her up.
She sought out some solace
And ev'rything was red.
Red like her dead Mother's hair
Red like her Father's drunk face
Red like suns that only set
She didn't want it to come to
This she just wanted to believe
In something else, someone else,
Anything but herself. Then she
Found you to give her hope.
She dared to try your hope
And ev'rything was red.
Red like her best nail polish
Red like the shoes she wanted
Red like her black bloodshot eye
She thought there was a
Trust, maybe she could unpack
Herself, maybe open up, but
All she found was betrayal
In your hands and you
Choked and crushed her soul.
She gave into her fate
And ev'rything was red.
Red like the fresh colored tile
Red like the stains on her sheets
Red like her forgotten cheeks
She welcomed back the only
Thing she knew, when the loneliness
Rushed back in, she embraced it,
She suffocated herself on it.
She gave up on hope,
She gave up on her future.
She could not deny death
And ev'rything was red.
Red like her bloody split lips
Red like the scars you had left
Red like the drops from her wrists
Red. The most deceptive color.
