Crimson draped in shadows.

A cage around my heart.

Possibly to keep me in, or to keep you out- self-defense.

I've told you so many times.

In codes of my own, my fingertips touching your cheek or searching for yours.

And every day, a platonic, brother to sister confession of love escapes your lips.

And I settle.

As long as he is happy.

As long as you are happy.