Red, do I love, Red do I hate

He bleeds the power of a savage redcoat Breaking the bones of his weak allies. That love hurts As much as you love to hurt. Biting the face that endured your graze Bleeding the blood that pumped your toxins Singing the songs of the young girl's cries Ripping the stem from the ground Plucking the tiny pedals With large, dirty hands That set the forest in a blaze of fire. Slowly, I rested that fate into those 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 that 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 could I 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 forgot. 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.