FicWad

The red lines on your arms
Scream “notice me”
And I do, despite my anger
(Damn you)
They say you only fight with people
Whom you know will still love you after
But the red lines make me think twice
About caring (It’s so hard to love you)
Emotional blackmail, that’s what they are
A cry for attention, for guilt
Red is the color of “stop”,
But it’s the last thing you’d do, I’m sure
(Why must you love me too much?)
Those red lines are love letters to me
Only I keep sending them back
Unopened
(Besides, I hate red)