Do not crave me for the petals bloomed around into a beautiful bright red spread.
Do not crave me for the leaves decorated around my body in a dance with the light breeze.
Crave me for the thorns around every part of me for that is where my truth lies, where all of me is real and vulnerable.

I’ve
got a
pleasant
knife
sticking
out my
back.

I reached
A dead end
With you.
Everything
With you
Was a
Roundabout.
So continuous
And repetitive.
I needed
Something new.
So I did
Just that.
I took a left
And I was right.
I knew
I reached
An end
With you.

I carry my heart in a tight grip
With a melody, a symphony
That trembles out my lament
Of longing to be who I used to be
In hopes I change my path
To the one I am meant to be.