Waves Don't Die

Damp

She looked like a blooming flower but was the rose's thorn
With her sharp edges she protected herself from everything-- even the good

But then I came in and I knew I saw a slight shift in her being
For once, she cracked a smile,
For once, she let me help pick off her thorns, one by one

That was the problem
I came in and suddenly I was her everything
She didn't just shed her thorns
She bared her petals to me, blood red color and all

I thought I wanted to save her,
I did want to save her
But suddenly it became too much,
The moisture from her tears stuck to my skin like glue,
Dampening my hair and clothes,
Giving me a constant reminder of her pain

I froze, not knowing what to do
What do you do when someone makes you their number one?
What do you do when they are not yours?
Her eyes bore onto my skin,
Nails plunged into my arm,
leaving traces of scars as she begged me to stay

But I couldn't breathe
I haven't been breathing since the day she made me hers
So I packed my bags, handed her back the thorns,
And painfully watched as her beautiful floral shell became once again covered in her own undoing