You liked the colour red so I carved your name into my wrists

Watching the blood drip to the floor

You liked fruit so I spread my thighs

Giving you the forbidden one

And let you scrape out my insides

Letting you consume every last drop

You liked devotion so I worshipped at the alter of your existence

Sacrificing my hopes and my dreams

Each prayer a whispered promise to be everything that you wanted

Everything that you needed

You liked fire so I took the lighter to my skin

Letting the flames consume my identity

Hoping the ashes would form something you might actually want

Even if there was barely anything left of me

I hoped that you could find something worth wanting

In the residue that was left on the person I was

And with the same fraction of my brain that was left

And that still belonged to me

All I could hope is that red is still your favourite colour