Colors

Red

It's the dress that she danced in.

It's the lipstick stain she left on your cheek.

It's the color of ink as you write poems for her.

It's the heart, your heart, that beats only for her.

The blush on your cheeks the first time she said

She loved you.

It's the color you saw when you realised she had left you.

The pain you feel as her smile, now a ghost of a memory, haunts you.

It's the blood in the sink as you write her name.

It's wishing you didn't breathe her name in your sleep.

It's passion, pain, and rage.

It's the ache of being deceived.

It's what you see before you leave.