Thorn without Rose

The Rendezvous Club

When we parted ways

it didn’t hurt

but when we separated

it did.

Like thorns

And a rose

we were so different

but we were one,

incomplete

without each other.

I’m the thorn

and you’re the rose,

even though

I was sharp,

I only made

those who tried

to hurt you bleed,

but my darling never you.

I wish that

we had never parted,

never separated

cause even though

I am the thorn,

it feels like

somehow

I’m making myself bleed.

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