THORNS AROUND MY SOUL

Every time I loved you, the thorns grew deeper. You touched my heart with gentle hands, then wrapped it tight in poisoned strands. Your words were roses dipped in wine, your love a slow and cruel design. I let your darkness enter me, believing pain would set me free. But every kiss became a scar, and every wound revealed who you are. I cannot breathe. I cannot move. Your cruelty still feels like love. Thorns around my soul, pulling me deeper into the cold. Thorns around my soul, you broke every piece you could not control. PULL THEM TIGHTER! MAKE HER BLEED! LOVE IS ONLY ANOTHER NEED! Your ghost still sleeps beside my bed, repeating every lie you said. I feel your fingers in the dark, still pressing deeper through my heart. The wounds have closed, but underneath your roots are wrapped around my grief. I cut them out, they grow again, fed by the memory of our end. I gave you everything I owned: my blood, my voice, my flesh, my bones. You gave me silence, gave me blame, then carved your absence in my name. TEAR THEM OUT! ROOT AND BONE! LET HER HEART BECOME HER OWN! Thorns around my soul, but now I am breaking their control. Thorns around my soul, I will survive what you destroyed. The roses died. I did not.