Burning red

Loving him was like driving an old Maserati down a dead end street, faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly. Loving him was like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall, like the colours of autumn so bright just before they lose it all.

Losing him was blue like I've never known 

Missing was dark grey, all alone

Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met... 

But loving him was red

Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you. Memorizing him was easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song. Fighting with him was like trying to solve crossword and realizing there's no right answer. Regretting him was like wishing you'd never found out that love could be that strong.

Remembering him comes in flashbacks, in echoes. 

Tell myself it's time now, gotta let go. 

But moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head... 

Burning red.