The rose

You’re like a rose. So pretty I could watch you all day, never minding you hurting me as your thorns carve into my hand giving me scars that will never fade.

I look at you, wondering why nobody else sees what I see. They see your beautiful smile, but they don’t see that your smile doesn’t reach your eyes.

Your eyes. I could drown in them, fully aware that I’ll never see shore again if I do. But your eyes, as beautiful as they are, holds a sorrow few will understand. They speak of nightmares, of lonely nights fighting demons, of tears falling behind the curtains when nobody is watching. They speak your mind, and they speak your heart.

Oh, how I wish I could hold your heart. Not tight, because I want it to beat freely. But just let it rest peacefully in my hands to protect you from harm. Protect you from being hurt. That caring heart of yours, that craves to be loved but are too afraid to let someone in.

Too many times have you been hurt. Too many times have you been let down. Too many times have you been fighting battles alone. A lifetime down the narrow, dark path that became your faith. A path filled with pain and stormy nights. The path you’ve been walking alone, because nobody where strong enough to stay by your side. Because nobody was brave enough to love you even in the darkest corners.

Oh, how I wish I could hold you tight. Not too tight, but just tight enough for you to feel loved. Because you are loved my darling. You are loved. Just let my arms give you the unconditional warmth that you’re starving for. Just let my arms speak to your heart to tell you that you my darling, you are good enough. You are worthy of love. Even the darkest corners of your soul deserve all the love in the world.

But you are too afraid to be hurt again to let anyone in. You’ve been hurt too many times to dare to love again. So, you don’t let anyone in. You don’t accept the love that’s offered to you.

You seek temporary connections to fill your needs. A temporary lover to give you warmth and hold you for a moment, before you let go when they come to close to your heart. Then you wander off to a new temporary lover. An evanescent illusion of love.

I know I from time to time fill that temporary need you have. And between those moments I have to watch you fight your battles and crave for love alone on a path where I can’t follow. You’re not willing to widen that path to make room for me by your side. You’re not ready to open your heart to recieve the love I have to give.

One day maybe you’ll be brave enough to let someone in. That someone will be someone else but me. So I’ll admire you from afar. Watch you blossom into all you can be. Because you’re like a rose. So pretty I could watch you all day, never minding you hurting me as your thorns carve into my hand giving me scars that will never fade.