folie

prick me once, shame on me

written on 9/20/21

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i was pricked by a thorn

but i still grow roses

in hopes that i'll be more careful next time

maybe this time, it's on me

it's my fault the pleasant, delicate imagery lured you in

the sweetest aroma that brought you closer

making you give in, plucking only one, only once.

you gave in to me, but i pricked my finger

then it was just you watching me bleed

of course you tried to help

searching for anything to patch this up

the blood still trickles down my hand

settling into the creases of my palm

i hear you try to ease this newfound burden

yet it's barely above a whisper

you leave me to ponder in new self-reflection

i pluck the petals off, one by one

maybe as they fall they can tell me what i did

is there something i can do better?

the bleeding has stopped, all petals have fallen

i think it's time to try again, but not with roses

of course i will grow them still and fulfill their needs, but i know better than to get too close again

they will have me to care for them as long as i see fit,

but i have daffodil seeds in my pocket

for if the time comes to give myself what i need, i will be ready

until then, i still grow roses

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there's a bunch of symbolism in this, and metaphors and whatever else you can think or ponder. don't know if you'll truly know what this means, but maybe some of you, or just one of you. this is all a way to get out my frustration and everything that i feel in my life, sorry if that hurts but that's how it is. love you, i'm trying to keep going. goodnight