Black and White✔✖

Roses

I'm a stereotypical girl:
I love roses
They are such a cliché flower, but I love them
I love roses
He was my rose
He was my whole bouquet
He was as soft as the blood red petals
He always had this hypnotizing fragrance
He always had me tangled in his branches
He was my rose
But one day I pricked my finger
His thorns kissed my hands
This poison that is him ran through my veins
He tainted me
He was no longer as soft as the velvety petals
He became mean
He became cold
This poison continued to spread
The thorns continued to make me bleed
I was falling deeper into his branches
The rose bush becoming suffocating
His fragrance was no longer beautiful or hypnotizing
It scared me
He scared me
He swallowed me up
I am unable to cut myself free
The funny thing is
Although he was my rose
I wasn't his
I meant nothing to him and yet he had this hold on me
Everything about him drew me in
Although he was no longer a red, velvety rose
He was still a rose
He was a black rose
And I'm a stereotypical girl:
I love roses
I never said I only loved the red ones though

A/N
I was looking at stuff on google and I found a black/red rose, so I thought of writing something like this

Its not good, but I triedヽ(*ﾟｰﾟ*)ﾉ
I hope you like it!!