like Midas you turned me into gold
Marilyn Monroe
from plain Norma Jean

A factory girl
in a gilded world
might have stayed
in the shack full
of heartless machines

Might not have died alone
drugged in the bath

red is my colour
it picked me
before I was born

Many times I've loved,
And many times I've
Written about love.

Many times I've left,
And many times I've
Written about leaving.

I've loved with my
Heart in hand,
Blood pooling,
Words flying
Out of my mouth,
Crashing upon their skin
In an act of valor.

The same thing
I could say about leaving
Words sharp,
Striking like the edge of a storm,
Breaking upon the silence.

But it was just love,
And I wasn’t brave.
And it was just leaving,
And it wasn’t brave.