Plop!
No, no, no!
That can't possibly be right-
Pink is bad
Only redClear is bad too
It makes the red pink
I hate pink.Help me find the red, please.
Oh-
You can help right?
Yes, surely you are the perfect thing...I love the way you shine
The way if I hold you to the light at the perfect angle
I'll see myselfBut you're so small
How could you make me see the red?
Is it I who makes myself see the red?
Or is it you who helps to make me see the red?'Tis be a team effort, indeed.
I cannot see red without you
But can I?I see the red if I tear the hangnail off far enough
Or if I fall off my bike
Or if my uterus attacks me for the weekHow is it that I need you so much?
Aren't you just a useless piece of metal?
Aren't you?Oh, but I need you-
I do.
The sting feels nice-
Makes me feel something-
AnythingI need you to make me feel the pain I deserve
I need you to make me see the red
I love red.I'll be the canvas if you be the paintbrush.
The red shall be the paint...
And together...Together we shall make a mural.
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The Canvas
PoetryXX THIS BOOK OF POETRY WILL CONTAIN MEDIA AND CONTENT THAT SOME VIEWERS MAY FIND UNSUITABLE OR TRIGGERING! IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO DEPRESSION, ANXIETY, SELF-HARM, ABUSE, RAPE, ANGST OR ANYTHING IN BETWEEN, PLEASE DO NOT READ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED...