The Other Person

I used to think that all roses began like me
White, basic, plain, incapable of love
I grew up thinking that maybe i was washed
Maybe the rain stole my color, maybe someone poisoned my flower
But I was just born differently from the others

And that was what you loved about me
That was what made you pass by my house with showers daily
You told me that i was better because i was different
You told me the others had the capacity to love and love was fleeting, but what i had was truly worth giving
Lies! Lies! Lies!
Because no one cared about loyalty or innocence
Because no one ever reached out for me

Except you.
You were the only one who saw me
But what you saw wasn’t the full picture,
you saw what’s outside,
but inside? I’m darker than red
And maybe you saw this too, but there was nothing you could do
Because, I’d already enchanted you,

I’d already broken your heart
But you couldn’t leave, because although you hated me, you loved the feeling of hatred i brought out of you.
Like a roller coaster, you don’t know if you’re screaming from joy or fear.

I no longer think a lot of things
Now, I know just one
I’m a white rose desperately wanting to be red
So, I’m going to lure you in,
I’m going to break myself further
Turn myself into your personal pet project
Make you want to fix me
Make you WANT ME
Make you want me enough to pluck me
And when you’re about to, I’d prick your thumb with my thorns and absorb your blood.

Because not all roses are born red
Not all violets are born blue
Some times we draw the short straw
And we do whatever we have to do