Bloody Roses

Hollowed from the core, my hopes...they implore...
That I give nothing more...to the one that I adore.

My love was in vain, but I cannot refrain,
From wallowing in a pain, that I cannot explain.

I cannot comprehend, that the dream must end,
I'm unable to depend on what I no longer defend.

But I still feel the need, to nourish the seed,
Knowing that I must bleed, for the thorns to feed.

The routine now repeats, renewing old defeats,
As each cycle completes, my heart again retreats.

The flowers... They grow, as I watch the blood flow,
Deep down I know... That it is all just a show.

For the growth exposes, as each wound closes,
The threat that poses, from the blood red roses.

Scarlet ribbons torn, on each wretched thorn,
Slightly sating the scorn, as I internally mourn.

Every little theft, of the pride that is left,
Feels like a new death... As love is bereft.

Love strikes so deep, That every tear that I weep,
Sorrow will then reap, and gleefully keep.

If love is one sided, it is already decided,
We are now divided, Since love has subsided.

My love's fading flame, could no longer even tame...
The heart without a name, since they will never feel the same.