I've ignored so many red flags you'd think I'm colorblind loveblind don't know my worth-blind.
So much potential wrapped up in the scarlet folds, I've caught myself laundering, adding bleach hoping the material would surrender to my love, maybe even shrink but everything I own is stained pink, now.
I'm left remembering a splendor Ignoring a broken vow Holding myself, saying it's not me it's not you it's a circumstance, it's timing, it's just not now. Blame everything but the blinding— red glow of the cloth waving in the wind every time you show up and disappear again.
I can see now without rose-colored glasses your mast doesn't blend in. You're a ship seeking harbor in uncharted territory You want the attention, the fable, the glory without having to try to be better.