Death By Roses


death by roses, she thought, 
death by roses

but she couldn’t write about that right now –
her skin was too thin not to write about stars,  
because heartache was a burden that was too heavy to bear

so, she sat there, writing about stars, 
forgetting about how he once brought her red roses and watched her bloom

she wrote about stars and kittens and the rising of the sun on cold January mornings, 
so that warmth might settle into her bones,
if only for a moment 

she sat there, pen in hand, 
pretending everything was fine,
writing about stars she couldn’t see,
warmth she could no longer feel

her skin was too thin not to write about stars,  
because heartache was a burden that was too heavy to bear,
and when she stopped writing about stars and kittens and the rising of the sun on cold January mornings,
the bruises felt all too fresh and the scars still itchy and tender 

when she stopped writing about stars and kittens and the rising of the sun on cold January mornings,
her pen couldn’t stop writing about how he cracked open her rib cage with fistfuls of longing, 
about how he watched as her entire being bent toward the light of his promises of forever,
about how she gave him pieces of herself she’d never shown another human being,
only to be pricked by his indifferent thorns,
about how he haphazardly plucked her from the life-altering soil and left her to wither to dust 

she knew for certain that to love is to burden oneself with cracks in one’s rib cage,
with bruises and scars,
with the inevitable dangers of thorns

her skin was too thin not to write about stars –
but if he were to show up on her doorstep with open arms and a fistful of red roses…..

death by roses, she thought, 
death by roses

image via Pixabay; written in response to Mindlovemisery’s First Line Friday prompt; another popular, older poem that’s been revised a bit (again)

38 thoughts on “Death By Roses

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  2. Angela, this was a such a powerful, emotional and moving piece! You really touched my heart and put me in the shoes of you/writer! The sign of a truly great writer! Your words were continually making me stop and reread them – such great seeds of inspiration! I will have to return and glean them for my Word Bank!

    Love Hurts (great song) but if you are with a soulmate it won’t. Don’t accept anything less than being with someone who “can’t live without you”!! You deserve it and don’t ever forget that, My Dear!!!
    Blessings to you on Christmas!
    Chuck

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    • Thank you! I’m so happy you enjoyed it.
      I wrote this in response to a First Line Friday prompt, and this is just where the process took me.

      You are so kind and thoughtful! Thank you, I appreciate your sentiments so much. I have been with my soul mate 24 years. Vulnerability, trust, courage, and forgiveness are necessary for life long love. Love does hurt sometimes and it is hard work, but it’s worth every second.

      Happy holidays to you! I hope your Christmas wS wonderful. 💜

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    • Thank you, Cara. Yeah, me too. It’s crazy and difficult situation wrought with all all sorts of underlying issues! Thanks for reading and I appreciate your sharing. 💜

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