I think I became too curious
wanting to hold that which I can't touch
reaching too far, pressing too hard
on that rose painted glass
so delicate, so frail.
It shattered under my touch
as I reach for the beast beyond - smiling wide
its jaw now gaping ready to consume me
as it lured me in with the smell of roses
white petals now stained red
tangled up in these ropes of thorns
entrapment me
with what I once longed to hold.
sobs silenced as I am sacrificed
this beast wrapped in a bow
a gift that shallows me whole,
soon to spit me out.
Alone.
Without your Love.



[this poem is about how I fell out of love ]

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