Roses
I have a sweet aura that can light up any room, make anything 10x more lovely. I gift myself to you, as a way for your loved ones to show they care. If you care for me like they did, water me, notice me, I will stand tall. The crimson petals, Like wings of a beautiful eagle. Thorns guard me, trying to keep away the predators, but it’s not too long till they can get in, cutting through my skin, opening my window of love. They peel away every layer of my protection, to get to me. Vulnerable, still young, still alone, still helpless, still tears, still saying sorry for what I did right, and for what they did wrong. Each touch, a damage to my fragile soul. And as you ignore me, I cripple, each petal falling off, like each string that will now tie us apart.