THORN OF A ROSE 🌹

Many have said that I 

 have changed,

Like the seasons;

The atmosphere slowly fades.

What made me this way in the first place?

Holding a rose in my hand;

Takes me back to that moment in time

Of what I had left behind.

No one knew;

I kept it hidden inside.

The bloodstains on the floor,

The broken glass shattering my

  Inner core.

The uninvited beatings that occurred

   behind closed doors.

I choose not to be a victim anymore.

A bouquet of Roses remind me of u,

Saying "I'm sorry" for all I do."

U say, " I'm you're one and only"

 But, that's not true.

U played me and I feel used.

Back to the day u first hit me,

I couldn't believe my eyes.

With u near;

I was walking on eggshells day and night.

The thorn of a rose pricked my finger,  Dripping red.

Now, u are in someone else’s bed;

I'm glad I left!

Never again will I be the same;

With all the tears shed.