Did The Poet Use Red To Symbolize

How Many Times Had I Let Myself Connect With Someone Only To Have It Thrown Back In My Face?

I Wanted People To Trust Me, Despite Anything They'd Heard. And More Than That, I Wanted Them To Know Me. Not The Stuff They Thought They Knew About Me. No, The Real Me. I Wanted Them To Get Past The Rumors. To See Beyond The Relationships I Once Had, Or Maybe Still Had But That They Didn't Agree With.

I Can't. You Can't Rewrite The Past.

One Little Ripple Started Today Could Create A Typhoon Fifteen Years From Now.

And What About You-the Rest Of You-did You Notice The Scars You Left Behind? No. Probably Not. Because Most Of Them Can't Be Seen With The Naked Eye.