Beneath the beauty of a rose

I hold memories of you so dear,

I longed to please you, make you smile,

But you knew not my every fear,

And for years I hid them all the while.

You were a rose with thorns so sharp,

Imperfectly perfect in every way,

As I faced battles with a heavy heart,

Your thorns cut me every time I'd sway.

I yearned for your love, to be let in,

But you cut me open and shut me out,

Not allowing me to see beneath your skin,

Hiding behind petals, so very devout.

I gave you everything, but you turned away,

Choosing to ignore my every plea,

I fell apart like leaves turning brown and grey,

And knew deep down you were no longer meant for me.

You were my only red rose so rare,

But I was only your fool to play,

I'm not the rain falling from the air,

You watched me fade, day by day.

Your red rose changed my life forever,

But it has also broken me apart,

I'm no longer your captive, never,

As you slowly wither and depart.

Our life together has come to an end,

You no longer see me in your sight,

And though you replaced me, my heart won't bend,

For I know we're no longer meant to be.