Green

All you are is a weed.

All you do is make me bleed.

All I need,

Is to feed,

Off your love,

But it is gone like a missing glove.

You bite my head off like a dove,

But all I do is love,

You till the end.

Which never lets me mend,

Not till the end,

That’s when I'm dead.

Now isn't your face red,

As all you do is watch me shed,

These tears of pain,

And anger again.

Why do you make me hate myself?

I am left with nothing else.