I Painted My Nails Red For You


I painted my nails red for you
because you asked me to.
And so I did go and
I painted my nails red for you.

The bright crimson acrylic on
the digits, trickle down
the edges of the head
that asks questions it can't answer.

Deep the bloody color will go
seeping through all my soul
weakens the strong resolve
that for years have stood proud and tall.

So why did I choose to follow
why did I choose to yield?
Answers don't exist here
in the red depths of mind.

But it could be that
if

I painted my nails red for you
it's because I love you.
If you say you do too
I wish, wish; wish... wish! wish? wish: wish.


Wish it wouldn't just be because


[I tainted my nails red for you.]
I painted my nails red for you.