I smell the fragrant of the rose, it brings me in, but I don't understand my feelings just yet. Time passes and the rose comes close to death, I rush to save it and at that moment I realize what I really feel. But in the back of my mind I know every rose has its thorns, and every one of them can cause pain

So I let go, of what I wanted to most, but I keep coming back, the red of the pedals is what keeps me. Its so pathetic, to hate something but still miss it so much. So again I reach for the stem, and again I feel the thorns dig in so I let go.

The tighter I try to hold on the more the thorns push deeper, but I feel its more painful to let go. So I hold on tighter and tighter till I bleed, but I need this pain, to let go of what I've been holding on too. So I can finally let go.

But I still cant at the moment, I need to let time pass, let the pain grow of holding on and the pain to let go to fade, I hope this come sooner than later, but I know that won't happen. So I close my eyes and just breathe, let the pain come in, the blood come out, until I'm drained.