Our love was a rose,
I tore from the garden.
So beautiful at first,
till it withered away.
Oh, there’s nothing left
but my thorn-pricked fingers,
and our memory-infused petals
on the floorboard.
How everything I knew and adored,
quickly oxidized and fell apart.
I thought I could take your spirit with me,
and still walk the earth how I saw fitting.
You told me to stay grounded where you placed me,
but our connection snapped at the stem when I took off running.
The only stars I see,
are from the dizzy spells which send me spinning.
Your charm and beautiful lights,
have become sunspots in my eyes.
I cannot believe what we have become,
nor do I fully understand the wrongs I have done.
The painful pricks and crunchy bud,
are a reminder that our love will not withstand,
unless I am grafted back into your holy branch.