Your eyes didn’t just glance at me; they truly watched,
Your fingers didn’t just brush; they deeply felt,
Your ears didn’t merely listen; they played me,
Like a haunting song, forever on repeat.

A rose, among all flowers, seemed so plain,
Once shallow, common, dull—
But then I met you, and everything changed.
Those petals became laced with memories untold,
Thorns dripping with blood,
Leaves set aflame, burning with a fire that won’t die.

My heart has lost its garden, its bloom,
Now it’s just a room with too many walls, too many doors, too many windows.
Walls that rot, some boarded tight,
Doors that are locked, others left ajar,
Windows where sunsets fade, and stars hang still,
But their shattered glass cuts deep beneath my feet.

Every part of a rose that once held beauty,
Every part of a house that felt safe,
Has been stripped away, turned into something profound,
Something dark,
Something hollow yet filled with stories,
Sketches scrawled in the veins of memory.

There’s no way to belittle a mind
Twisted around a world that no one else can see.
Everything wreaks havoc when your voice
Falls silent to those around you.
Nightmares seem...