The Rose That Belonged To Two

They love me, that I know to be true
It just hurts to know that I love them too
It’s not the fact that I love them that hurts me
But more of the tragedies that have befallen me

I have been hurt, betrayed, and stabbed
By those who told me they’d never go bad
They promised me that they would stay
That no matter what, they’d do me no pain

I shut myself away from the world of love
No longer wanting to feel stung
They came along, looking over my walls
Seeing not the monster I had become

They talked with me, offering me smiles
It was almost as if they hadn’t noticed I was defiled
With their hands that I noticed had been covered with blood
They removed the tears that flowed like the Nile

The first one had been a doctor
A medical history that was uncommon
His eyes were cold yet warmed my soul
I would never deny how I loved his smile

The second was a killer
Bloodshed being all that he knew
His rough hands holding mine in a soft cocoon
Like he was to me, I was something new

They both came to me with soft intention
They did not wish to add to my affliction
Though unsure, I gave them a chance
I would gladly do it again

My garden, for them, was a place of salvation
I opened my arms to give them rest
The world on the outside of my walls
They deemed it only as a mess

We walked and talked and chortled and sung
For once in my life, nothing was going wrong

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Seriousness

Since I was a kid everything had become a game

It seemed almost as if everyone thought the same

I want so badly to leave my home

To be on my own, to be free of the cold

What more could I hope for besides a loving home?

 

Anything that could help me free myself was taken

Even my trust had been mistaken

I realize now that no matter what I thought

Everyone who hurt me had to be dropped

In the end, it wasn’t about my wants

 

I wanted the safety I felt in my room at night

Away from all types of human life

My music plays, soothing my doubts

Erasing all that has made me dark

 

It was something that I didn’t want to admit

But I had to face the seriousness of it

My home was not a good one, nor had it ever been

They guilt tripped me again and again

How could I bare that again?

 

Instead I smile in their faces, refusing to trade places

My trust broken on more than one occasion

I would offer them no word of remorse or sympathy

That became the seriousness inside of me

via Daily Prompt: Seriousness