a double edged sword
on one hand: the rose, an embodiment
of the world's inherent beauty
on the other: the thorns, wrapped around my hearts; my sensitivity

oh what bliss it is,
to be intuned with your emotions,
to feel the world as it is,
but when it seems like you're not taken seriously,
it becomes suicide,
wrapping around my heart with the sense of betrayal
I thought I have forgotten.

either way,
it's an intense temporary death,
as I cry myself to sleep tonight,
without the strength to live for today.