the color red
the color of blood
bloodshot eyes from the night before
trying things you said you never would
doing things you said you never would
your mind said beware of those people
the ones with the pretty smiles
the "i dont care personalities"
you didn't listen
but who does
no one likes listening
would rather go against anything
that's the type of person you are
the red shirt
blood stains on the sheets
unrippened tomatoes
all that was red brought back the worst memories
used to hate those memories
but then you went away
said you'd be back, and somewhere in the back of my mind i knew it was a lie
i ****** up the guilt
the in the back of my mind thinking
"it's because of me"
held back the tears
and let you go
letting you being one the best things
because not so bitter over you anymore
found someone new
and
realizing that i used to hate the color red
because of you
and now i hate the color blue
because i'm realizing that the hurt and pain
of everything ending
is all so new

cause your insides cant be quiet
and the inner screams to let go,
to move on without you and you beg for that internal part to stop,
to stop intertwining with the thoughts within to have a mind of its own, you, realizing that the mind of its own is the mind that you, and it both controls,
you know how that works, your comfort of understanding and of how to believe,
you'll become the part inside of you that you'll strive to reach but can't,
that knowledge deep down within you've lived with for years ,
a knowledge you cant break or act like you don't know now,
a knowledge you cant get away from,
the teachings of right and wrong and YOU wanting to be rebellious brought you to this place,
this place in your heart, and your mind where you know now,
you have to give your soul a reason to do ITS thing,
to show it its there for a reason too,
your soul being Switzerland in this battle between right and wrong the whole time,
your mind realizing that its time to let go,
and the happiness is painful, but comforting and you like that feeling,
so you go with it, and sell your soul to be let with nothing but good things, and you're happy, for now, wondering how long it will last