The Black Rose

𝐼 𝐴𝑚 𝐴 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑒

I am the rose
that's so beautiful
you couldn't help but
to touch
with your harsh hands

You didn't know I had thorns
until I stabbed your fingertips

The beautiful color
attracted you to me
like a magnet

Now I am glad you can see
the blood
trickling down your hand

I tried to tell you before
that I indeed had thorns
but you just believed
I was too perfect to have thorns

Did you think I was
an angel on earth?

When you bit into my soul
did you think you would
chip your tooth on gold?

Were you disappointed when
you found out my body isn't
your permanent home and
you can easily be left alone?

How did it feel when your
precious diamond that you
treasured was
just a rhinestone?
A speck of glitter

Where were you when the
delicious treat that you
digested made your stomach sick?

Why did you trust your heart
just off the dimple on my cheek?
And my physique?

Does my sugary scent bring a bouquet
of nostalgia to your nose?

I am here to tell you that
I am a rose

I am rose
that you want
but cannot have

I am not your rose