Red.

I left you with a little lipstick on the top of your lip.
Burgundy red.
Red, the color of your lips after I kiss you.
Red, the color of my cheeks after you kiss me.
I left you with a little lipstick, and you left me with a feeling in the pit of gut, or so I thought till it spread out to every part of my body every time I thought about it.
Your breath tasted of alcohol, mine of stale cigarettes,
I think somewhere in between, I found a new taste.
You left me with an after taste, the only one I didn't have to aquire to like;
The only one that left me asking for more, like dark chocolate or coffee.
Now Everytime I miss you, I think about this new taste I've found.
I'm wondering has anyone ever felt so excited about something so trivial, I honestly feel my heart jumping around.
Everytime I miss you, I see red; probably feel it too.
It's nice seeing something other than black or grey for a change, to know what colours feel like.
I've always wondered, now I think I know.