A Black Rose

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by CCCC828

by CCCC828

My desire
for you
is a black rose.
I try to view it
as dead,
immobile,
something past
resurrection.
Encased in glass,
petals still falling.

I want you,
I don't.
I need you,
I don't.
I desire you,
I don't.
I hunger for you,
I don't.
I care for you,
I don't.
I adore you,
I don't.
I love you,
certainly
not.
I question
whether I even know
what
love is.