Venetian Red

i love you and i love him.

It hurts when I feel

That I know that you know

And all that I’ve done

Will somehow show

Deep dark and shining on your arm

The purple blue green yellow bruises

Fill my heart

As I think

Think

Think

I love you babe,  don’t do this

Anymore

Never more

Honey stop I’ll take it all for you

Do it all for you

Keep it all for you

Unbottle the monsters and leash them upon me

Don’t keep them to yourself

For I know the altruism is hiding behind your sangria stains

The stains also fall on the floor

Fall down

Deep

Steady

Love, love you. But my love is the same shade of red.

The same damaging sangria, which fills you poor puce arm

No matter how I try and change I can’t change the past

Please promise me,

<i>We could have been lovers but at least you’re still my day late friend</i>

But no, don’t promise; not with your coquelicot scabs flaking at their seams

Their lovely prickly rufous seams

The seams that you have sewn so sweetly into the fabric of your heart

The one that you have made into the sweater sleeve you wear on your arm

I can only beg and hope and pray

That you give me more of what you said before

Because that hurts and makes things better

It hurts and helps us grow

So let me hurt

Let us hurt and not hurt for too long

So we can love and grow and weep and help each other

Because darling, you are my second half of everything

And I’m apologetic that yes, you were my everything

And yes, now you’re the other half of my everything

And yes, I know that it hurts to hear that

Because it would kill me

But at least it’s something to think about

Remember, I need you

So please no more carmine, carmelian drip-drops

And please, no more cerise, amaranth left overs

Because I love you.

I love you.