roses
I clutch a batch of roses in my hand,
given to me by a blurry face,
one whose name i cannot recall,
i know theyve hurt me,
and im forever stuck with them,
and the stupid roses that wont die.
the thorns prick my hands,
my hands drip blood,
i couldnt un-clutch the roses,
the pain was sharp, like a needle
i could feel it course through my veins,
and the tears welling in my eyes
like a child would after dropping a toy
but why would i cry over something i was letting hurt me?
pathetic old me,
the roses sat clutched in my hands tightly.
i took a deep breath,
and my hands unclutched,
as the thorns slowly came out of my skin
i sighed out of relief, the tears still pricking my eyes,
and now i could see blood coming from the holes the thorns had poked.
it would take forever to heal from this.
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