Blood is red,
veins are blue,
everything goes black when I think of you.

the places we went,
the things we saw,
the fact that you never loved me at all.

your hands tracing my figure,
your laugh tickling my heart,
our love was perfect like some sort of art.

your hair flew in the wind,
and your eyes sparkled in the night,
these memories are making my heart break in spite.

my head starts to spin,
my lungs start to close,
the memories you left me are quite like a rose.

although they hurt me,
and make me bleed,
I love the beauty and Im overtaken by greed.

looking around,
for something i desire,
my heart starts to burn like its filled with fire.

the memories I passed up,
the moments I missed,
there is proof of my mistakes on both of my wrists.

as i watched the red waterfall,
grower thicker and faster,
i thought about how our love was a beautiful disaster.

and suddenly it all hit me at once,
the reason that blood is red and veins are blue,
they long to be together but the outside things change them,
a lot like me and you.