How can u pick him when his thorns poke you so? How can I not? Look at him, he flourishes. With all the youthful rushes, with all the same teenage crushes. We are the same yet different. So near yet so far, but we share the same dead rose heart. We're a rare breed. Our hearts have been played and broken to an extended point. Even though, when we're together all we can do is smile. I welcome him with open arms, all of him. His bad days, his good days, when he doesn't want to see another day, even if he couldn't be with me for another day. Because the pain without him would ache worse than clutching onto his thorns. Poised, poison he is. Drinking him is deadly. I couldn't live without him. You shake with the enjoyment of his company, but his thorns are deep u see. Embedded in ur skin he is. Wanting the extra caress leaves u bleeding again. He is there when ur threads fray, he was there when smoking weed was okay. Whispering in ur ear ur his baby. Will it fade? Will it stay? You don't know, you hide beneath his thorns. His words tread upon u like rose petals. Sweet aromatic scents fill u yet ur incomplete. Broken by the concrete yet strong enough to sprout. You are who u are, no doubt. A spoon full of sugar helps the poison go down. Knowing its poison makes the world spin round. You wouldn't drink poison twice so why do u continue to go back to him? He would respond, I know u wouldn't drink poison from a water bottle. So I gave it to u in a shot glass.
