rose

the imaginary rose

im holding to it again

i did not even see it coming

it just crashed into me like a bus

with that one smile

BOOM

im bleeding

making my fingers throb in pain

thick chunky chain is twined

unable to let go

the rose that is blood red

that you cannot overlook it

just trying an anesthetic

no matter how hard you try to ignore

the bright agony is still there

as bright as the red spots on the cheeks

when its too hot

yet it is just a paper rose

imaginary

like the wind

i cant see

but it stings my eyes

and am defenseless againts it

nobody else sees or feels it

so nobody can symphatize

it's in me

it resides beyond the subconcious

i ask what type of rose is it

but it refuses to be named

it wont change anything

it wont make me happier

it wont inrease my grades

by a mark

well said

curiosity sometimes unsatisfied

wont no where the wound is

been trying to snub

until something touches it

(you're leaving)

or when it hurts to much

the i spot the torns pricking

try to take it out

but hurts even more

argh... pain

when will you end

i know someday it'll cease

but for now

that someday is so far away