Dear Red,

I knew you were trouble at the start
It starts out slowly
Like caution tapes
Never ending wrapping that alerts everyone of chaos
Then it comes the investigation
Sticking your nose into places you shouldn't
Maybe that's why there was more red than to start with
How come you only go for the greedy and not the willing?
I want to go away too, I want to exist within those caution tapes
I want to be the mystery
I would Gladly take Someone's place
I am more deserving of them
But it's cruel to spare someone that's seen it all
It's not fair you get to corrupt a pure white canvas
I wish I believed in love
But you are enough for now

From, Rover