Dressed In Red
I don’t like you in any other color,
But red.
I love the way it plays off your skin,
Or how it gets dried in your hair.
Darling you were made for red,
So why are you wearing anything else?
Do you think you look silly?
Because you certainly don’t,
If it helps I can show you.
Just cut down your arms,
Make sure it’s deep,
And look in the mirror.
You may not be smiling now,
But I’ll make sure you are later.
Don’t you dare try to heal it,
Your scars need to be shown.
I can tell you what you want,
Or not,
It’s your choice.
Darling I am waiting,
And you sure are taking your time.
Please shut up,
Your voice makes me sick,
So I want you to bleed.
Dressed in red,
Is the only way you will be dressed.
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