a rose
by any other name
wouldn't

but wouldn't it?
thorns that left me bleeding
pricked and raw
wounds that won't heal
no matter how i care for them
a dangerous garden
which had no posted warning sign
i went in blindly
no
not blindly
just stubbornly lustful
for what i would find within
eyes closed willingly to the
hurt
that i would surely endure
well now i'm sorry
regretful as my tears fall
like blood
from so many wounds
no
i will accept my fate
i will live with my choice
and linger no more
in the darkness of this garden