Red is beautiful.
Red is hurt.
Red is catharsis.
Red is blood.
I run, I sprint, I fly.
I fall on my face and hurt my eye.
I can’t see you for what you are,
only that everytime you look at me, you sigh.
I walk, I trudge, I plod.
I fall down and scratch my knee.
I hold up my arm, ask you to help me .
There’s nothing but empty air, nothing but despair.
I crawl, I worm, I slink.
I bleed from every part, my mouth bleeds dust.
I look around not for you, but for anyone,
anyone at all.
I am marooned and lifeless
I no longer look for someone, but something
Anything to ease this pain, ease the sting
I find a rusted old friend
I let her sit on my arm
I draw scars on me
to match the ones you gave me.
Title: Hurt. Alone with the sea.