Another Of Her Rose Petals Falls Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Another Of Her Rose Petals Falls



Her bitter rose.
Her promise un-clothed.
Her scent of seduction.
With a hint of reluctance.
Your being too forceful.
You trying to tempt me with a walk through the garden.
Oh no, oh no I will have no parts of it.
I know too much.
To ever give you that kind of trust.
I watched the love loss from a distance that's good enough.
Your anger, I can feel it.
Oh I know you're good at not showing it but my lack interest befuddles you.
Trying to turn me, anyway you can.
Trying to make me understand what you going through is real.
That's never been in question in my mind.
Because your ghost still haunt me, after all he's mine too.
I don't blame you for it, but you should know he's not the only one.
Slowly I'm trying move on after a cataclysmic storm wrecked my home in every way that matters.
I'm not looking for a recreation in someone else eyes.
I've said so many reluctant goodbyes.
It's not you, it's the habit, it's the rabbit going deep down the hole.
It's the childish behavior with no idea of what taking on responsibility really is.
I watch you bend and break the system to your will.
And I think if only I could only be happy living that way.
We're not talking about taking some table scraps.
A complete manipulation into getting whatever your dark heart desires.
But I'm not for sale, my heart can't be bought no matter how elegant fairytale.
No matter the bait dangled from the hook.
I care about you always will.
But I will never compromise my principles for a taste the forbidden fruit.
I'm not looking to make any dreams come true.
I'm just trying to get through another day without anymore goodbyes.
Without anymore goodbyes.
If you could only see the pain in my eyes you would understand.
I rather not bare witness to the demons you hide.
I know them all very well.
In my mind, heart, body, and soul.
It's a constant fight.
It's a coldness with a bitter bite.
It's still believing in the possibility of doing what's right.
The struggle is one we all endure.
When you finally hit the bottom you will know.
Only then should you give me a call.
Only then should you think of me at all.
Because I've made to the other side of that fall.

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