Tricky is the rose.
Beautiful is a minor description of the appearance.
An ethereal sight is what I'd call it.
It's what I'd call you.
Layered with thorns, but I'm not afraid to touch.
If loving you is pain?
Let me bleed out.
Drain me until there's nothing left.
Don't you dare try to fucking save me.
Impulsively you save.
Impetuously I love.
Captivating, your essence.
How could we coexist?
Evident, your pain.
Nursing you back to health.
You're wilting.
Hanging by a thread.
No one notices.
Losing petals with time.
Yet you haven't died yet.
I see you.
