Realization of One Broken

A rose is guarded from prying hands By thorns along the stem Reality makes the truth known A heart can be kept safe From those who wish it maimed By icy spikes of bitterness And distrust Thorns are beautiful As are my own version of such a Godsend Serrated barbed wire That hurts both the offender and the prey It works both ways for us We had some bond That the fairy tales paled against Though what naive child was I to ignore The untamed look as you swept me off my feet And killed the innocnce I longed to preserve A wound carries infection When left untreated A shattered heart And useless dream Will not infect But most surely Scar My burning heart Bleeds for salt To make it worse And yet To make it feel so much better Now I have played my part And those thorns that once looked Deadly yet respectable Made me see Time does not always heal all wounds The memory will stay caught Onto those pikes of self preservation And your Betrayal within me.