A Love Story

 As the cold creaks of the wood beneath,
Clawed onto my violet cheek,
The rubies rolled down my lips,
Met the chilled wood with a harsh thud.

Pushing through the fog,
My gaze wandered out the only window.
The oblivious green bird sang,
An invitation to a happy dance.

As I drench in my oozing life,
Flooded with memories of an unpleasant eve ---
How the bottle we nearly opened,
Groped me in scarlet ivys.

It was all smiles at first,
When you held my hand through every street.
Wrote 'gentleman' with the white clouds,
And I watched the sky cry lavender that evening.

Sunsets are beautiful, you said,
Loved harsh winters and prickling cold.
I liked sunrises and summers,
But learned to love the difference in us all the same.

You were a kind soul, the mother claimed.
Special needs and occasional blues, nothing to be worried of.
Even when the dark smoke engulfed me every night,
I stayed, refused to leave, learning to love the differences.

We sealed the bond in whites with rings,
I woke up with a blinded eye from its kiss at night.
You made me yearn for a baby one night,
And punched it out of my womb in a fit.

Now, as the blood freezes slowly on this floor,
As the footprints he smeared latch onto the wood,
I laugh as a thought crosses my mind,
"It's going to be incredibly hard to clean this mess".