Inside The Red

For a prompt from tumblr, I wrote about "inside the red".

We are stood two feet apart and she won’t

Look at me, and I know why. I know that

Inside of the red of my rage there was 

A flicker of something darker. Her eyes

Open. I can see red and black fire, 

She hates me.

I know this because I love her. I know

This because there are flames licking at my

Heels. I need to run. I know this because

In her mind blood is leaking from my neck 

Dripping to the dirty floor beneath us. 

I need this. 

Her eyes will not leave mine and I’m not strong

Enough to look away on my own. I

Have always needed her to hate me like 

This. Because inside of this red, this black

Hammering heart that's inside of her chest...

She loves me.

With everything she has and I am her 

Curled fists, crashing against the waves of this

Pulse of anger. I cannot ask her to 

Forgive me, not after pushing her this 

Far. She won’t forgive me anyway, not

Knowing I made her do this. I need to-

I am sorry. 

I raise my hand, the blood is everywhere

I can feel my knotted veins loosening,

The blood is dripping down my fingers from 

These crescent shaped wounds. I am panicked. The 

Fire is burning me now, I need to run. 

She needs this. 

She needs to hate me. We both need this. We 

Need to look inside of this red romance 

To see that we are destructive beyond 

All reasoning. She is asking me to 

Love her. I can’t refuse. I am asking 

Her to forgive me and she can’t refuse. 

I need her.

There is no space between us, our bodies 

Touching. Fingers in my lover’s hair. Her 

Lips reach mine. The red overwhelms me. I

Need this. She tastes like blood and fire, I

Cannot escape this. She needs me, I need

Her. I need her. I need her. I need her.