Red-blue ghost muse
Hide away from my red blotches and blue hues
Red-blue ghost lounged in my vessels
And tugged at strings they never intended to hold,
Red-blue ghost muse
Got everything from my first, last and everlasting
Heartfelt reminders
Now I cut the line
As they dug a trough
That became a long trench
Of lost lemon blue-red peppered pain
Like bruises no one can see
Like bruises no one can understand
Whispering only sentimental things that I can no longer comprehend
Because they deserted me
Leaving me in icy red blue pain.
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Which is worse: red-blue or black & blue? Broken body or broken heart? Either one is the pits.
Whispering only sentimental things that I can no longer comprehend Because they deserted me Leaving me in icy red blue pain. Gosh those lines hit me so hard! It was so relatable. Loved your poignancy poem!