You are like a rose thorn

So beautiful

So elegant

So lovely

But when you are close to me

You prick me deep into my sides

Leaving a deep, sharp wound

I try to pull the thorn out

But it just sinks in deeper

Causing blood to flow

Finally when I succeed

You are dripping with my blood

You're once rose color

Is so red and black

You cannot wait to hurt me more

To have more of my blood

You point your thorns at me

They shoot deep into my skin

And there the cycle of pain and deceit

Come back again