Hello old friend
It has been a while since I have last saw you
let alone use you
the last time I saw you, you were cold against my skin
cold against my warm pulsing arm
we were like twins, always near one another
you were always there
you always happened to be there at the worst time
whenever my world was turning upside down
to when I simply missed the comfort of you against my skin
my skin was your canvas
for all your blood art
all intended for all the different types of colors in the rainbow
but why was it that I only saw the deeper meaning in the art?
why was I the only one seeing
****** red