"When White Turns Red"

Silk burns my skin,
Almost like your words sliding across my flesh.
The red welts blistering,
Stinging,
Burning
And all I can say is that this hurts.
Hurts more than a thousand suns residing on my window sill.
Blistering more than the hundred degree burns scorched into my flesh,
Named memories.
Stinging worse than my hand as it slams across the crimson stains,
Called your lips.
And this crimson stain,
Sliding across my cotton shirt,
Dripping in a steady rainfall,
Blossoming like the flower you once told me I was,
"Red Roses."
"Red Roses?"
Red Roses fluttering from my chest.
"They symbolize sincere love, respect, courage and passion."
But, now I'm sure,
That the only thing that is oozing from my chest is your,
lies, memories, betrayal.
So.
So.
So.
You can take back your red roses,
Because all I can say is,
This hurts.