If I could compare the to a rose you would be the thorns.
Stabbing me repeatedly releasing my tipid blood.
You scrutinize my every move waiting for your chance.
You're the reason I have an averse taste towards people.
They're like a bad taste in my mouth that I can't get rid of.
I will never be able to retrogress back to the person I use to be.
I am tainted by your duplicity.
The benevolent and amicable person I use to be is long gone.
So far gone no one remembers it.....except for me.
I would have loved to be impervious to your words, but I was to weak.
I was in jeopardy of breaking down and you took advantage of me.
I didn't believe it was feasible to hurt this bad, but good job you proved me wrong.
You destroyed the rose petals....and left me wit the thorns.
YOU ARE READING
From the Heart
PoetryA collection of poems that I've written that hopefully helps anyone in any situation. I haven't walked in your shoes but I hope we're heading to the same destination
