Red and Loud

You wouldn’t let me write your name
on the same page of love and flowery words.
I was still me and according to you, the same,
on the page of flowers and lovely verbs.

You’d think that it’s easier now that you’re wise
And old heart can’t beat in brand new chests
You’d think that hate could overcome love
And skin couldn’t sense their better half

I thought that it should have been strange and hard
Now that the wounds had been stitched shut
I wished that his smell isn’t stuck to my blouse
And the flashbacks aren’t so clear and loud

Why were you so mean and spoke so true?
Me in my fantasy land, you said, so in tune.
You are blazing fire and I am greenish blue.
You burn and burst and I am all but not like you.