silver and red

the shine of silver,

and the softness of red,

are the only things that comfort me now.

the silver punishes me,

and the red hides it all from the world's prying eyes,

so i can seem like nothing out of the ordinary is happening behind closed doors.

while silver leaves me hurting but always wanting more,

red brings me comfort and warmth, more than they ever could.

the comfort that they bring me combined is wonderful,

and i can tell that the ones who drive me to this wouldn't understand.