They are red

The only beings I see
Are those behind your red eyes,
Which I love more as a muddy brown,
Mysterious yet fun,
But now lost in some unknown fury?
A taste for vengeance?
My love, whom do you cry for?
Night after night,
Soaking pillows wet,
Rocking on your own in a corner of the room
Clenching your fists till your palms bleed red,
Dragging your nails across your skin,
Screaming for the pain to just, please,
Stop.
For sometime.
A moment to breathe would have been nice.
But the brown eyes, soft skin, clear smile hide
Behind red eyes, red blood, red skin,
I see the beings behind the red,
I can still love you the same or more
If you just let them out or me in at your door.