I can't choose between my throat and my wrists
Or imagine why I'm thinking about this
Oh My Beautiful One, you were a precious rose
Drifting in a dirty world, sad and alone
I was softened for fear of you wilting away
I fed you what I believed might make you stay
And you slowly wrapped your vines around my heart
And inside of me, you became like another part
You've long withered and gone away,
But your thorns, they still cut into me
The worst of you lives on in me
The unwanted and forgotten piece
As the pain once past is now renewed
I've come to the conclusion: I killed you
To keep you, I believe I sold my soul
You're see through, but I thought you were my home
Or at least as home as I could feel
You were all to me that felt very real
But your thorns puncture my naevity
With an unrelenting longevity
Adding your comment:
I look forward to reading so much more from you Brandon!
