The roses' sweet beauty is indescribable. I cry at the thought that you want me back after everything you put me through. I shudder and weep at the thought of all the pain relapsing. My body instantly cringing away from your aggressiveness. When I try to speak my voice fades and I am only a whisper. The mirror shows a girl who can't stop crying. A girl who is terrified of what she has become.
A Roses Pain
October 24, 2011