Elucidating Questions

Roses whither, the brambles stay,

Patches of thorns as the petals melt away,

Into the ground beneath to be soil,

Roses whither, and rot away.

Petals fall day by day, a beast with a rose in the middle, or a rose who cannot speak.

You made your choice.

And so it goes, time takes all the beautiful away.

It was love. It burned me alive. It burned so bright that I thought I could be real.

Rose crafted from glass that shattered alone,

Brambles of steel nights and words that can only convey,

It was beautiful before, because you were there, in any way.

You’re welcome any time, an open invitation,

The deep only gets deeper because this is where I go alone.

When I thought I had someone and something and someones who I could know and show love to,

The rose garden had promised

Always ends up cold and empty.

The secret garden,

But the roses keep dying.

No matter what colour painted,

Secrets don’t exist.

Except for him. He’s the secret that is destroying every day.

I would never let it go,

I have to go back to the box. We can’t run free, I can’t be there and I won’t be.

I am the watcher. Again.

I find nothing every day.

They’ll go somewhere.

I will stay, locked in the pen he never enters.

They’ll be ready for it.

I will watch. I suppose.

Now there’s just dust. The brambles cracked and broken.

I don’t even have anything to pull anymore, besides the bones that ache and the head that pounds and the broken promises

This story would be welcome, but only if it was only for me.

Wouldn’t that be funny?

If it happened and it was only me?