Only the darkest rose could love you
And I'm it.
As much as you hate admit.
You're sick.
You're a vacuum that can swallow hearts a billion at a time.
But everyday your still constantly on my mind.
As if I could ever cure.
A savior covered in complete darkness.
Willing to take a bullet.
But that call never comes.
So I move on.
Trying to forget every memory we shared.
Every laugh and smile destroyed.
Scars and wounds cover my body.
Ripped with razor blades.
The lines follow me all the way down.
Some still bleed.
A dark seed waiting to be planted.
An empty shell.
Hollow as if whatever was inside is now gone.
Uncertainty, Lacking a place to truly belong.
Trying so hard to fix myself not knowing if I ever will.
I got a soul to steal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem