Red lusts

I dyed my hair red

Like her nails

Fingering their way through my hair playing with all of my unruly tangles

Red like the sunburn on his shoulders

Which I kiss to try and cool down with my tongue

But I think it only makes him feel hotter

Red like her lips under the dim lighting of my bedroom

Where she grabs my neck and pushes me against the wall

Red like his favorite T shirt

Which I put on and swim inside of like a dress after he has pleasured us both and we fall into the sheets together 

Red like her panties which I slowly peel off of her sexy curves making her let out little sighs of suspense as I caress her legs

Red like his truck where we sang together and he touched me for the first time on top of the hill behind his high school

Red like the glass of wine that I had to drink before giving myself to her and letting her control my body better than anyone else ever had

Red like the roses he gave me after we had fought, thinking that I was some cheap Bitch who would accept an easy fix

Red like my bleeding, broken heart after she left and never came back, after she chose a man over me

Red like the sunset on that night where he and I made love in the shower while my parents were asleep, desperately trying to keep our urges quiet 

Red like my curtains where she playfully hid her naked body but let me look at the outline of each and every curve through the fabric

Red like his puffy eyes after the break up

Red like her bathing suit which she wore to the beach-to our spot on our beach-where we swam together, and I undid the ties of her top

Red like the blush on my cheeks after hearing her say I love you. After hearing him say it too. 

My hair is red 

Bright and screaming, beckoning you to come back to me once again and hold my heart in your hand. 

But there isn't just one shade of red. There are two. There is his and there is hers. 

Which red do I wish to see?