bouquet

"you said i was the most exotic flower, holding me tight in our final hour.. "

 they say every rose has it's thorn 

i believe that holds true 

when i was growing and enjoying 

the only thing i knew

you saw me and wanted me 

instantly 

who wouldn't? 

a beautiful rose 

with a strong stem

and pedals

red pedals 

with a scent that 

would draw anyone 

to me 

into it 

you picked me

out of every other flower that had bloomed

and maybe you were too focused

on my beauty

to see that i was cutting you

the thorns 

that come with the red pedals

the thorns that you would love

and learn from

because i was something that you couldn't stray from

mesmerized 

as you cut me, you killed me

put me in a vase with water and food

so i was all yours

and so that the only way i could live, was through you

you couldn't let me live alone

because you wanted another rose in your vase

of beautiful flowers that are stuck, in your bouquet

that've hurt you, pricked you. 

maybe it would've been better for us two 

if you admired from afar 

and if i let you smell the sweet scent 

and caress my pedals 

maybe we could both deal 

maybe that'd be enough

instead of the hurt, the thorns

we could live the life that they've deprived us of