a lovably thorny you

so it has come to this

a nice bright sunday

i wake up and bleed

you’re in my arms with all the thorns

like a fucking rose

prettily fragile

how could i love you?

proudly prejudicial

and say, how could I not?

is love supposed to be painful

days with you is full of jealousy

hours without you full of loneliness

is love supposed to be sweet or sour

like a lemonade poison

so fresh and sweet and nice

that i would like to drink

and die a happy sad man

because you’re a rose not just for me

but all the man

may you one day understand how bleeding feels like

staying next to a rose

lovably thorny

the tighter you hug

the deeper the thorns prickle

i no longer have blood to bleed

or courage to continue

loving a such a lovably thorny you

so let us call it a day

or a lifetime i spent loving you