Rose Bush Love
Our love was like a rose bush
beautiful and safe from a distance
but dare you take the chance to step closer
you may get pricked
your thorn enveloped stems
wrapped around my neck like a noose
leaving me unable to breathe
or even to speak
what started out as drops of blood
soon became a waterfall
and the metallic crimson juice
mixed with my salty tears
your love was like a rose bush
its scent sickly sweet
compelling me to do whatever it pleased
whenever you wanted
but one thing you didn’t want was love
you wanted an object
a plaything that you could control
you never wanted my love
Copyright © Emma Isaksen | Year Posted 2016
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