Poetry For Dark Beautiful Souls

Roses

Roses are so beautiful, right?
Gorgeous red petals every girl and woman wants to be gifted
Beautiful buds, you know, will bloom into something immensely mesmerizing
Prickly thorns protective of its awe inspiring hues
Useful leaves that know what to do soaking up the warm light so it can grow into alluring blooms everyone loves
Strong roots keeping ahold of its place never faltering
But what if
Those red petals are blood soaked?
Those buds are filled with insects
Those thorns only harm those who love it
Those leaves stop working, losing their knowledge of how to grow
Those roots break ripping it from its place, proving useless
This isn't about a rose, is it?