Thorns
Love is like a rose bush
Beautiful to look at
And painful to touch
Her lips a beautiful red
Like the flowers they represent
Her eyes lighting up
When she speaks with passion
Despite all the good
I still find the bad
I feel my fingers prick
As I run a hand across her cheek
My lips sting
When she kisses me
Thorns filling my mouth
This is not the girl I fell in love with
This is someone new
A monster that is not imaginary
She's infected my mind
Since the day I met her
The poison in her
Killing me
Slowly coursing through my veins
And I don't know how to deal
With each hurtful word
The edges cutting deeper I just stand there
And take it
The worst part is that
No one assumes this is abuse
They can't see the bruises on my heart
Or the cuts in my mind
No one knows the insults she screams
When we are alone
Or the lies she tells me
Before I fall asleep
No one knows the hurt I experience
When no one is near
No one thinks we have problems
Because we look perfect
We used to be perfect
No one knows that she is the reason I cry
But also the reason that I smile
They do not realize that roses have thorns
Because they are caught up in the beauty
No one realizes why I left her
All they know is what she tells them
And apparently it was all my fault
Copyright © Brittany Larson | Year Posted 2015
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