Red, do I love, Red do I hate

Bleeding the power of a savage redcoat Breaking the bones of weak allies. I had hurt her for your love As much as you loved to hurt. By biting the face who cherished your gaze By bleeding the blood who pumped your toxins By singing the songs of our cries Ripping our stem from the ground Plucking the tiny pedals With your dirty hands That set our world into ablaze. But I still rested my fate into those rusted hooks. I remember a love That broke my touch with fantasy. Never have I mended it’s cracks So I stand behind yellow lines Just above the tracks. You handed me a rose But our love wasn’t any special Just a mutual desire A dispensable choir and conversations with fire. Still, I was frightened by it The love I almost shared even more. Poison by caution As I cautioned with poison To put more trust in my lust. Craved your used tool Of the famous rusted thrust. But never did I want to accept it Even with a little trust. I do not write with resent Nor of a claim to our time But only a tribute to a memory you will once forget. Once a friend, an enemy, a lover Now a familiar distant stranger. I dreamt you were more gentle on my foolish soul Then maybe I'd fix the broken gap That still oozes blood and sap From my sorrow and spirted soul.