although you were as cold as ice
your touch lit like a flame
i would feel my veins ignite
i would feel my bones glitter and shine
and even though you were so cold
my god, every touch was nothing less of bold

you said you prefer red over blue
so i cut open my veins and showed them to you
you said you preferred the night sky over the burning sun
so i painted myself dark and prayed that it would be enough
you said that you only liked girls who picked at the earth
so i tore the petals off flowers and the leaves off of trees
you said you liked girls who spoke harsh words
so i spoke only words that would cut like glass
then, out of no where, you said you preferred blue over red
and i found myself dead