Like the rose, I have many layers
Beautiful on the outside
And the more petals you strip off, the more beauty is taken away
Because when you start to unravel me, you find things you might not want to see
Thorns
When I warn potential lovers of the pain they’ll encounter when pursuing me, they don’t believe it at first
Because how could such a rose have so much pain?
But the deeper you peel, the more thorns you find
The more chances of getting caught up in my thorns and getting poked
Until your fingers are soaked in blood from all the ripping you’ve done into my rose flesh
Just to discover I was right all along, and being poked isn’t worth being with me