Red was your favourite colour
Which is why I didnt mind
When you asked me to cut myself open for you
Red was your favourite colour
Not the green of my eyes
Or my blonde locks i dyed brown for you
You didnt like the pink shade my cheeks turned when looking at you
You were much more interested in red
The red that poured from my wrists
My thighs
My stomach
The shade of red my eyes turned after you made me cry for hours on end
You loved.
Red.
You didnt like my blue bedsheets that since you have been change to white
Or the pink walls my room was, which have now been painted brown
But you enjoyed the red that my face turned after screaming at you to stop
But its only now
That i realized
I was okay with it
Simply because,
If red was your favourite colour,
And i was able to give you red,
It might’ve meant that in a way
I was your favourite too