you gave me deadroses,
and i pushed you away.
you gave me a cigarette,
and i marred you with it's ashes.
you gave me love,
and i told you'd never be enough.
i held the deadrose in my palm,
and wandered in your garden.
you told me to be careful,
as there were monsters.
i laughed,
but you stood still.
thorns.
there are thorns in your words,
that hurt me.
there is a fleeting moment,
when i see you-
the real you,
because all i see infront of me
is a monster.
the garden full of deadroses; h.k
