Red World Poem by Cat Singh

Do you remember when
the world looked beautiful
because you had
seen it all in movies before?
Do you remember thinking
the sky knew who you were
just because it glinted
as you looked out the window
of your best friend's car?

I once sat in a dark baseball field
staring into a boy's eyes for hours
and didn't even kiss him in the end.
He thought that I should face my fears,
and I thought it'd be better
to just wait the feelings out.

There is a pocket of this existence
where things don't hurt quite as bad.
It's soft around the edges,
and it's real to me, even now.
It glows like the red world outside
as the sun goes down.

It's real because it must be.
When I touch it,
it will darken my fingers like blood.

Do you remember when we were kids
and everyone at school said
they loved the taste of blood?
Do you remember seeing beauty
in everything?