Blood Red Poem by graphic daisy

there's no doubt my fascination with it, the need to comfort my depression

watching it's changing form; it cascades as a waterfall, rises in a fountain, pulses gently.

all i wish is that it becomes a gentle river running down my flesh

the color beautiful and intense, never fading from its crimson depth

falling into a beautiful contrast against the whiteness, no longer flowing now a sculpture formed by my power, my gentle hands

quantifying by guesses, it's been too long, the pain in stopping the beauty, dissapointment of giving in

more unexpected joy follows, standing, falling, walking, staggering, then quietly, unnoticed, one last easy fall into our bed

i am left to enjoy all the feelings i've just torn away from

it will always be there for me