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.