Bloody Thorn

You chase love like body shots, without the intentions of holding it down, ripping through organs like the piano man's last solo.

A bloody thorn of betrayal dissipated on the
subconscious mind, body painted with scars
from rose petals creating the illusion of love without the commitment of a certain reality.

A performance we were all part of, rewarded with high fives while leaving her rotten beneath it all with questions of her worth.

Exhale the past before you inhale your
future, fill your lungs with hope and intimacy
for who you are, let it flourish one heartbeat at a time until she becomes the very oxygen you can't live without,

without that wisdom and insight no flower
will ever bloom in your presence, making you
a thorn in a garden of eden dying for love from flowers you've already stepped on.


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