(this isnt a rose fanfic.) A rose with a thousand thorns.

lost

seeing someone you grew close to grow far away like weeds cracking the concrete
it was unavoidable.

like weeds the feelings come back at the worst time.

eventually... you give up trying to get rid of the feeling.

then you see something truly beautiful form out of it.

bittersweet buttercups, as you reflect on their shine.
they grow warm in your hands.

be careful not to cause them to break, as when they bleed

it burns your skin,

your throat begins to itch,

you find yourself shaking...

the sun beams on you as the flowers expose you, leaving you vulnerable.

in a field of small, dainty and beautiful memories
be cautious as the innocent surface does not reflect into its actions.

even something small can still hurt.