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