red converse
I gave away my red converse on thursday,
they were dripping with my blood, sweat and tears,
the ones I got for my 18th birthday,
I thought I’d feel sad but I didn’t feel anything.

I can’t quite remember the day of the week,
but I know we made plans to love each other,
and I needed the red to contrast the bleak,
but when I woke up, I remembered you don’t exist.

two wednesdays before I had the time of my life,
at least I think I did,
I remember seeing the blood drip from the knife,
onto my red converse,
that’s when I knew.

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