The red I see when angry turns pink
For the hearts in pulsing out of eyes
you’re so beautiful
Looking innocent in your slim red tights and top
biting your nails
even though I encourage you to stop
you’re still flawless
to the bone
the hair follicle
the nail cuticle
I try to isolate
stay in my separate lane
I treat the rocking chair a few footsteps away like a cubicle
how dare you ?
Look so damn good while I’m mad with you ...