Did you really think
a rose like me
with thorns like mine
would not cut you
whilst you held me

i was an empty
adolescent stem
filled with nothing but
hope and time
and it was you
that pulled these thorns
out of me
to fill me with
constant loneliness
you made it so
i pushed people away
with my thorns
but you were the one
that put them there

so now
above all the damage
are red petals
that fall with
every thorn you touch
as you uncover
and cut yourself on me
the beauty dies
and all that's left
is pain