Consequences: made for learning lessons
I convert unlearned lessons
Turned to abnormal blessings

Stretching the truth to hold you
Pricked by your gorgeous daze
I bleed profusely, yet don’t turn away

The love I swore to keep
My blood tells other tales
Intoxicated from your smell

Continuing to caress your sides
Wincing in pain
Feeling as if there’s something to gain

No end to my quest in sight
Finding the rose I thought I would need
Loving the one that caused me to bleed