Rose

"she was as pretty as a rose" he said

No she wasn't.

she was beautiful 

she was complicated 

her words hurt like thorns

she was perfect

she knows her worth

each one of her flaws, a petal

without them she wouldn't be that rose

without them she would be nothing

nothing but a stem and a few leaves

her beauty was one that lingered 

it lingered like the faint prick

the prick of a torn

she was a rose that stuck around

she was a rose that lived longer

she was the rose he wanted

she was the rose he needed 

she was his rose