sad face, friday night

This is me and a red wall
a sad, red wall
I was wearing your shirt
the one I stained with my blood
the one that smelled like you
the one that had love written all over
It happened on a Friday night
when I came home
I was sad
for no reason
Now I know I saw it coming
and I didn't want to believe
because love,
love is this sacred thing I have saught
love isn't sad
love is good poetry
inside and out