Like a Rose

Like a Rose

By Ivorie Nicole

The blood in my veins run red like a rose. 

Don’t get to close, for I have more thorns than a single rose.

All you see is the beautiful red velvet shape of a heart,

you won’t even notice red blood dripping from your flesh.

Cut by my thorn until you’ve picked me from my garden, just to let me die.

Buddha once said: 

 “if you like a flower, you just pluck it. But when you love a flower, you water it daily.”

Don’t like me, love me.

Or leave me alone & let me grow  in my own garden.

If I can learn anything from a rose,

it is resilience.

For even when I am dying, my wilt will return to a bloom.

But, don’t get to close for I have more thorns than a single rose.

Once picked, I cannot re-bloom but I can only wilt.

All you see is a red velvet shape of a heart, 

a heart you want to carry,

a heart you want to cherish, 

to love, 

to honor.

By the time you’ve realized it, my thorns will have cut the flesh of your delicate skin. 

I didn’t ask you to pick me or to like me, 

I asked you to let me grow in my own garden. 

I asked you to love me.

I cannot live with out my soil.

I love you but in order to love you I must be me.

Alone, alongside of you.

Let me grow through my seasons, for my roots can entangle with yours if we choose to grow together.

Spread the word

Self-love is not selfish; you cannot truly love another until you know how to love yourself. 

With love, Miss Ivorie.

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