a red place within

I’ve always imagined my heart red
And heartbreaks
As scars, or little empty boxes pushing the kindness out of it.

I imagine my heart blank now
Each heartbreak as layers of red
Up until it reaches the complexion that I want, sadly
The heartbreaks will follow.

You can picture yours
And pick a colour too:
Maybe it’s black
Maybe it started with 50 shades of grey, coke and Jack.

You can picture yours
And pick a colour too:
Maybe it’s blue
Maybe it started with tears from the sky, and two ice cubes.

Alas,
Maybe the heart has no colour
Maybe our eyes act like sonar
Maybe the water has brimmed over
Maybe the bath is red forever.

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