This Anthurium Matches the Color of Your Blood

This Anthurium Matches the Color of Your Blood
By Kamote

They don't know but
This anthurium matches the color of your blood

We're so romantic you and I
In a train wreck sort of way

We kept throwing punches at each other
Looks like we are more beautiful bleeding than clean

I got lucky your knife
missed my heart by an inch

Your blind in the left eye
I did manage to break a rib or two

Cute, i never knew your body
could bend that way

Shaking knuckles, I never knew
I had that much to bleed

Every cracking sound is a rebirth
Every sweat and tear a sign of life

No more left to break
We stopped, smirked, walked away

Not a sound, not an agony
Not a relief, not a sigh

Last we saw eye to eye, we didn't flinched
A salt to my wound, a reoccurring car crash

Are you ignorant?
Or do I have amnesia?

Let me remind you at one point
Your blood mixed with mine

No amount of crying
could wash your guilty hands

We are neverwhere
We are nevermore

You never knew me, I'm the one to blame
I never knew you, your the one in vain

They don't know but
This anthurium matches the color of your blood

We're so romantic you and I
In a train wreck sort of way

*I couldn't stop writing this poem, it became an unbearable itch. I played with the itch because I am inspired out of nothing, my left brain didn't work for designing our college tarp but it did make me write a two page poem. Hope you like it to as much as I enjoyed messing it. This is what happens when your given a new set of earphones for an 16gig 4th generation IPOD video*