I used to love roses. And when I started loving you, I would compare you to them.
I loved you as much as roses. And yes, I said loved. Because if I loved you as much as I do roses now, I would hate you. And maybe I do.
You ruined roses for me. You ruined everything I loved because I used to think they were all good like you were. But in fact you're not good at all, you're like a disease that slowly kills you without any symptoms until the very end when it's too late.
So yes, I still love you, for it's too hard to stop. But I hate roses now. Because once again, you've poisoned something I loved.
