Red Flags

In the quiet of my room, I reminisce of the love we share,

The stolen kiss and the caressing touches.

But your red flags fluttered in the breeze,

Warning signs I wholly chose to ignore with ease.

You were wild and untamed,

A hurricane of passion, leaving my heart maimed.

Yet I yearn for you, like a moth to flame,

Blinded by desire and yet playing a dangerous game.

But I so much won’t beg for your love, won’t plead or cry again.

Because my self-respect is intact, and I’ll let it die if I have to.

No more late-night texts, no more of my desperate plea,

I’ll find my strength, and set my heart free like a butterfly.

Red flags…waving, caution in the wind,

I won’t chase illusions, won’t pretend.

Your love was a storm, destructive and so was it toxic,

Yet loving you was wild, hot and sweet but it had consequences.

But I’ll find my peace, like a calm after the tide.

You were a canvas painted in crimson hues,

A masterpiece of chaos, love and bruise.

I danced on the edge, toes grazing the abyss,

Ignoring the signs I saw, craving your kiss and touch.

Oh not anymore, now I stand firm, feet on solid ground,

No more chasing shadows, no more going round and about your shit.

Now I’ll write my own story, paint my skies blue,

Without your red flags, I’ll find something true.

And oh, how your memories still linger, like echoes in the rain,

But I’ll be sure to rewrite our story and break the chain.

No more second chances, no more blind trusts,

I’ll heal my wounds and turn these ashes into dust.

Oh farewell, my foolish hurricane heart,

I’ll find solace in the silence and make a fresh start.

With no more red flags, no more reckless dives,

I’ll reclaim my self-respect and my soul survives.