Angry and red
That's what I see when I think of love
Not red like Valentine's
Not red like the blush on my face when you call me beautiful
Red like the anger I feel when you make me look like a fool for believing in you
Red like my eyes, when they're puffy from crying all night
Red like the blood I bleed from my arm
The secret blood
The blood I make happen when I'm in the bath
The blood that delicately falls onto the white bubbles surrounding me
So yes, I believe in love
But it is an angry, red, belief.