An opportunity grew up at my feet.
It wasn’t dealt by fate or even by God.
I ponder whether I should pursue it,
Let you pick me up and hold me gently,
Or just leave you behind in my life,
And continue to bloom despair.
Can charm help here even
If it’s been past three times.
If you take me I could be happy,
But I’m not going to be, ever.
I warned you about me.
You won’t be able to handle
What I bury deep inside of me.
Take me away right now.
I’ll leave you bleeding in the end—
Because roses still have thorns
No matter how much you ignore them.
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Author:
Emery Walker (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just wrote this about my fears of what is currently happening in my life. A new person has entered and has genuine interest in me. But from who I am, I’m worried I’ll leave him worse than he was before he met me, so i’m constantly trying to ‘scare’ him away, almost warn him about why he wouldn’t like to be with me. It sums up the poem I feel, he’s taking the chance to take me, despite the obvious flaws (thorns) he’s willing to take that risk even though I don’t want him to, for the sake of him.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Doubts the worst of which are self doubts. A solid write about this. Nicely done
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