Seeds of Broken Love

You planted seeds in my wrists
and buried them with my skin.
They were watered by thick red mists
and they were fed by your sins.
Every time you hurt me
was when the flower grew most.
Soon the flower sprouted to be
and you didn't seem the slightest engrossed.
A rose was what had grown,
its thorns cutting through my veins.
Its roots were seeping deep in my bone,
I had to set myself free of all these pains.
I tore the rose away from me.
You're gone, now I'm free.