you wove your words into my skin,

planted them like roses

to bloom,

and i felt them blossom,

bringing thorns with them

you hid pain in prettiness

as those thorns cut deep,

slicing open my veins,

filling me with your hostility

and that carefully disguised rage

i’m still not the same

you wounded my heart

i wear scars

i hate roses

and you remain

u n f o r g i v e n

-ashley jane