Roses

If love is pain, i can handle it.

 


They were there lying on my skin when I awoke
Soft dark petals contrasting with alabaster
I dress to cover them so no one can see.
No one can see my roses, 
No one can see the only gifts you’ve given me.

I’ll hold them close until they whither away
But I know you’ll give me new ones.
Thank you, they are so beautiful,
But they hurt,
They hurt so badly.

I’ll accept each one lovingly, 
Because with every strike I take 
Another blossom blooms.
And these flowers are better
Than nothing at all.

So c'mon baby, 
Use me, abuse me,
I'm waiting for my new bouquet.

Reviews

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Very sad but well-written!

[Al-itzah]

Love the metaphorical sense.
I hope this is fiction, its sad to see the same or similar fate happen to someone else.
Keep up the good work.
I look forward to your next entry.