the rose...

so you hit me with a thorn
so surprising when i touched it
where did you hide it?
then you say retaliation?
i gave you a thorn in the first place?
bullshit
give me a random story for me to feed upon
i like fairytales
but your stories are different
i liked the rose
but without the thorns
you took them off my flower's stem
telling me you threw them away
yet i find you kept one
you give me a mirror affect
whatever happened to sunshine and rainbows?
my rose began wilting
suffocating with drama
the water is tainted
such a strong yet fragile flower
with two personalities
a beautiful gift,
yet a deadly weapon
in the labyrinth of a rose bush
the thorns intersect
like a maze of scrambled mistakes
a web of confusion
give me back my innocent flower
too late
the rose has taken a new meaning
succumbed to the "greater power"
perhaps a sunflower will do better