Not like the Roses

And I, I'm not like  
the roses  
and I never had a lot  
of choices  
   
And he, he smelled like  
the rain  
and in one night he  
became everything  
   
I was born in the mud and  
everyone noticed on the  
other side of town  
but he called me up  
anyhow  
came to my work and  
took me out  
   
Showed me how to  
plant a kiss in the dark  
by the ice skating rink  
inside Bryant Park  
And I felt like    
impossible magic  
closed my eyes  
absorbing all of it  
   
and he, he tasted like    
the rain    
flooding all of my senses  
of pain  
   
letting go of traumatic memories  
while my mind unfolded  
like enchanted origami  
floating above water  
   
Never mind the anchor  
called my life    
Never mind the muck  
On my back  
It’ll remind me  
Where I thrive  
   
No need to reach for the sky  
we have each other  
No need for switchblade stems  
No one needs to suffer  
   
No, we're not like the Roses  
we're reborn like magic  
all we need to do is focus  
so keep your blood    
and watch them notice  
how you've reinvented yourself  
and turned into a Lotus