Poetry
1 min
I am a Rose Bush
Emily Ramirez Hernandez
I am a Rose Bush
Original Work
I remember our very first meeting
You, who the sun chose to shun
A blissful moment, however fleeting
With green all over and buds only one
Around you, the falling leaves danced
Then I took a moment, why was no one around
Then you spoke and had me entranced
Like a spell being placed, I was bound
Your voice laced with honey
Enchanted me and beckoned me over
You saw me as defenseless as can be
Sweet words made me walk closer
Once in a while, a pretty pink peony did warn
But all it got in return was my scorn
Week after week I would come by to see you
As I watered, your branches started to grow
As I took in the air that came with morning dew
Your branches crept up on me, so very slow
Before I knew it I was caught in your trap
Your branches woven all around me
And thorns beginning to scratch
To you I am but a bee
Buzzing for your attention
I was aware of how you treated me
But a rebuttal I never did mention
If love is a rose with thorns, when will i receive your rose
I kept wondering, waiting and waiting
For you, the subject of all my woes
Why did I stay, perhaps I found you fascinating
I shouldn't have let your gaze turn me to stone
But I hated to think your interest in me was fading
I got used to the scars you would leave, that I tended to on my own
Until I saw another, with a watering pot in their hand
You'd think they watered me, looking at the clear streaks on my face
My tear ducts left unmanned
Spilling just about enough to fill a vase
But soon after my eyes could no longer find tears
Something else seemed to push them away
It wasn't happiness or relief or my fears
My anger, as hot as the sun on a scorching summer day
How could I have been so ignorant
The people around me, they warned
Maybe then I wouldn't be in this predicament
A broken bond, unmourned
Embarrassment overflowed me
I should have listened to that pretty pink peony
But even in the end, I will not let you win
Those old feelings willingly walked into the bin
I am rose bush unlike the one you pretended to be
I will tend to my own leaves
And unlike you, I need no one to water me
I will bloom my own roses, which I myself will receive
I love exactly who I have come to be,
Me
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