Red Poem by Timmy Tubbs

Who we were is not who we were
I can’t tell for sure
The heat boiled our love
And everything evaporated that was pure
It thinned and floated the current
Then came back down to twist my tourniquet

The red waits for now
Impatiently pleading to my door
I just can’t tell for sure
If you love me, set me free
In hopes I’ll return different than before

You sprinkle broken glass all around you stairs
Sit on your bed gasping for air
Wondering why no one stops by
Or even cares
Calculating the odds in that little brain of yours
With someone else convincing over your shoulder
His lips curl the words that wrap your eyes around his lies
“That’s not how life is suppose to be.”
But he can’t see
Faith is a rare commodity
His faiths are the words that draw a line to his bed
And a squirrel wouldn’t even believe words he said
Faith is belief in something or someone indefinitely
Giving up is a lie
Just helps rookies like him pass your time