to my rose,
hello once again, my rose. this name, i feel, fits perfectly to you, like puzzle pieces made for each other. you are soft, gorgeous, sweet, and yet untouchable.
you have thorns, that which stab me in my fingers, as metallic, tomato red blood is pulled flushed from my insides. these sharp prickles are constantly at my throat, as i cannot escape and i do not wish to.
i do not mean to pretend, but i have to, as do you. i see you have another, which is only of my doing. i am deeply sorry. my rose, my sweet triantáfyllo mou,i miss you, even when i reach out to you so easily. i should learn to move away, but the consistent image of your fiery, yet faint hair pulls me further into infatuation. i am so sorry.
yours,
secret admirer.
YOU ARE READING
𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒.
Fanfiction1960. note style. neil always receives a note in the five centuries of verse book just before each meeting from a signed, "to my rose." with all of the members of the dead poets society making fun of him for the letters, neil decides to ask their h...
