Red

My head is beating to a drum I've never heard of.

My brain is crammed with too many equations. Too many emotions. Too many of your I love you's that I haven't been able to feel lately. But now they've sunk to my heart. And to my surprise it's now throbbing worse than my head. 

Thump Thump

It's bruised. 

Thump Thump

It's leaking.

Thump Thump

But above all: 

It's. 

Still. 

Red. 

Red: the color of hatred, 

the color of rage,

But, it's more Red: 

the color of desire, 

The color of happiness, 

the color of love, 

the color of blood.

My veins are full of the deepest of reds.

1.3 gallons of red pump through my body every minute.

Most of it isn't for me. 

It's for you. 

I'm giving it to you, but nothing is coming to replace it.

And I always knew that without enough red, I'd start growing pale. 

My red might actually be turning blue.

Blue: 

The color of winter,

The color of cold,

The color of sadness.

My fingers and toes are going blue.

Numb.

Not enough red is flowing in. 

I need more red.