Crimson pockets
dig deeper than any other
they're only this colour
because of bruised and bleeding hands
I've been picking at the fingers of
how many I've fallen out of love with,
but never into.
I will hide them when you are around, though.
Don't you dare see
something that
could ruin your thoughts
about me
Shove them down the pockets throat
careful now
below the surface
there's something ugly.
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