Plethora [Of Poetry]

31

Razors and Roses

"You are the razor, I was your rose."

Read on, Y/N, read the prose.

You were so beautiful
Shining in the daylight
But instead of loving
Trusting you

I selfishly waited
To be pricked by the thorns of the rose
But then I pricked you
And I realised I am that rose.

Oh, the guilt that washes like waves
As I watch you standing there
Eyes crying tears like rain
Still etched in memory like it was yesterday

Then like raindrops on roses
Tears fall down my face
Watching you buy a razor
Not to shave your face

And you lock your room
I can't go in to see you
And you lock your mind
Now I don't even know you

But it's sad to remember
When I was your rose
And you loved me
Like that storm last week

Now I'm just a rose
No longer yours
And you're a razor
Were no longer us.

[A/N: Oh my gosh I feel so accomplished. I actually wrote something today!!! Not that anyone would read this, though...]