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You gave me a rose; I'll treasure it forever. The thorns touched my hand, and in that moment I was severed. My blood poured out, a second of insecurity. A part of me revealed itself that night.

 

You said to me, "Why can't you just open up??"

while looking in my eyes.

Frustrated....I have no answer.

But one day,

I promise to rip out my insides

so you can see the internal bleeding.

 

Cut the thorns off. The rose was screaming, and I was screaming along. Stored in my heart, it burst into song! I was caught off guard. A second of insecurity. My heart gave itself up to you that night.

 

I'm hurt when I'm with you...I hurt when I'm without you...

 

I'll crush these petals, deadened and dry

and let the wind carry them away

(or what remains).

And my heart....

I'll let you have it, take it away

Or what's left of it.