I'm slathering paint on the walls
to hide the hideous red
Red
like the candle we lit
before sitting close on the bed
like our lips hesitantly touching
then starting to spread
like the passion kindling
until it turned into dread
like the words that were hurled
sharp as knives at my head
like the wounds growing deeper
and the blood that was shed

A safe, soft blue replaces the red-
I never want to see it
or you
ever again.