the red
one day it won't be anymorei won't be here anymore
i always wanted to be separate, to be my own, to be an individual
but then i get sad that he's too separate from me
there is still too much space
i am not accustomed to space
what do i do with it
it makes me trip and fall and nothing to grab on to
i won't be satisfied until we're connected intravenously, our blood pumping flowing in and out of each other..