Love is a car crash
It starts off with two colors
Burnt orange.
Brick red.
They follow one another, like a dog and its tail.
Black clashes,
And all you see is Brick red turn into blood red.
She splattered.
Cold blue and Red dissolved in the middle,
No one is alive.
It ends with black smeared, and only a faint spur of Red left.
This poem is about:
Me