Roses that seem so harmless
are the reason my arms are covered in scratches
I believed in something so beautiful
that I forgot to watch for the barbs
Until I touched them I could appreciate their allure
but once I did all I felt
was the blood dripping from my hands
You only spoke roses at me
which is why it was so easy to listen
But when I started to believe
you took away all the beauty
and showed me your thorns

There will be a day, coming to you soon
When your world of black and white turns to color
The pages in your childhood color book
Will be scribbled outside of the lines
Every inch will illuminate pigments of joy
Carelessly erasing blankness
Replacing it with animation
There will be a day, coming to you soon
When the gaps in your soul will be filled
Like pouring water into the glass
Whether it be half full or half empty
It will be overflowing
There will be a day, coming to you soon
When the words that fell out of your mother's mouth
Taunting and baneful, each criticism will melt beneath this new light that you have found
Do not give up yet
Nothing is as hopeless as it seems
There will be a day, coming to you soon
When everything will be okay
Don't miss it my love
Don’t miss it, please

In the corner of my room
sits a vase filled with dead flowers
They are wilted and withered
through no fault of their own
They were given as a gesture of love
in a state of beauty
But they were cut at their source
separated from their roots
so that they could no longer reach the nutrients they need to survive
And I watched them
as they became brown and brittle
and faded from the glory they once held
But I've kept them
because they remind me of you
They remind me of how we had something
that slowly slipped away
until it crumbled in my fingers
when I tried to bring it back to life
But they are still flowers
They are still beautiful even though they are dying
Because what they represented was so beautiful
even if it's passed on

I often find
that when the sun goes down,
all the feelings I had been trying to suppress
come up
There's something about being in the dark
that brings my emotions to light
But I no longer find the dark
the scariest thing about the night
It now terrifies me
to see the sky turn purple and pink
Because my eyes
seem to automatically blur from tears
and I immediately feel overwhelmed
Too afraid to even lay myself down
Because if I do,
I will choke on my own twisted notions
of the love that was
and could have been
So I sit staring out my window
gazing into the dark abyss
that I feel is swallowing me alive
and wait for the sun to rise
and wait until morning

My lungs are filling with the smoke you fed me
Turning black until I can no longer pass oxygen through them
Until I'm struggling for air,
tears roll down my face
and hit my chest
mocking the rising and falling that would occur
if I had the ability
But my body is racked with sobs
from the absence of air
I try to breathe through your lungs
but you're holding your breath
Because you don't want to share
your life giving respiration
with someone you wounded
When I try to explain to you
that I only want to borrow what you took from me
it comes out as ragged gasps
So what's the point
in trying to breathe

There's a danger in poison
that does not know of its own toxicity
Poison that offers itself garnished
with soft grey eyes
and intoxicating words
that could subdue even the most strong willed
So I'm drunk off your kiss
and impaired by your touch
Because even your fingers are laced with venom
and when you told me you weren't poison
I believed you
Because I am as weak as they come
and it wasn't until I was lying alone,
struggling for breath,
that I realized
just how toxic you were

If, today, you woke up and I didn't,
your world would still turn
your sun would still rise and set
your seasons would still change
Because you would find a way to get over me,
even if you say you won't
Because your eyes would still see
your mind would still think
and your heart would still beat