A Heart Wrapped in Thorns

My heart is wrapped in thorns.

Creating a droplet of crimson blood 

On the delicate fingertips 

Of anyone who dares to cross the territory.

I read pages about all-consuming loves,

That ignite fires within our bones.

Why do the thorns refuse to wilt

And allow my heart 

To experience this euphoria?

In my head,

I dance as raindrops fall.

Glistening as they hit my bare skin.

I would like to think that

Somebody dances with me.

Holding an umbrella to shield 

The storm.

But the reality is 

I am in solitude 

Because 

My heart is wrapped in thorns 

That nobody can wrestle through.