Love's Thorn

Blood.
Blood everywhere.
Hands are shaking.
Body's aching.

Take the pliers.
One by one I pick them out.
Flinch even touching them.

Why so much pain in such a fragile place?

Grab one tight,
pull with all my might.
Scream to cover the pain.

I thought you gave me the roses to show,
compassion, how much you cared, love.
No.
You burned the roses and
shoved the thorns deep into my heart.
Leaving me broken and bleeding.

Now I cut myself open,
tearing back my skin.
Feel my heart,
with its faint beat.
Covered in your thorns.

Still bleeding profoundly,
I pluck them out.
One at a time.
Each bringing a tear for
your love that killed me.