Red

Red, as the desire I got for you,
When I first met you. 
Red, as the color of your lipstick 
You would put on everytime I saw you.
Red, as the color of passion
You had for the poetry I wrote for you.
Red, as the tantrum you'd thrown at me
Everytime we got into a fight.
Red, as your eyes when you cried
The day I left you.
Red, as the blood of your veins
Spilled all over your bathroom.
You were red and I was blue, 
Together we bleed purple.