You had bad habits.
I begged and begged you to stop.
My rescue mission set it's course for you
Risking everything, for you.
My.
Pain welded itself to me,
Permanently tarnishing the surface.
Beauty once found to be mine, gave itself a new home,
Anywhere but me and you.
Trust.
I went to many lengths to make you stop
But all I got was
Hit,
Bruised,
Broken.
I thought you were trying to make me happy.
In.
So I ran.
Ran further than I've ever ran before,
Ran because you made me feel unsafe
Ran because there was no more room for bruises
Ran because I had no place with you.
You are broken.
And I can't fix you.
YOU ARE READING
My Rosebush
PoetryA collection of my original poetry about love, despair and longing. Most of my poetry is a reflection of my real life or based on personal issues, so bear that in mind while reading;
