All because of what you liked

You liked the colour red so I carved your name into my wrists, watching the blood drip to the floor. You liked fruit so I spread my thighs, giving you the forbidden one and let you scrape out my insides, allowing you to consume every last drop. You liked devotion so I worshipped at the altar of your existence sacrificing my hopes and my dreams. Every prayer whispered promise to be everything that you wanted, everything that you needed. You liked fire so I took the lighter to my skin letting the flames consume my identity, hoping the ashes would finally form something that you might actually want. Even if there was barely anything left of me. I hoped that you could find something worth wanting in the residue that was left of the person I once was and with the small fraction of my brain that was left that still belonged to me. All I could hope is that red is still your favourite colour.