Scarlet Secrets

I never felt so lonely and in pain,

These thorns of mine the battle won again,

From the rose I humbly gave to a lover,

A vain, oblivious douche and poseur.

My legs are stained by its crimson juice,

feelings on which my body I let loose,

lashes from an innocent rose,

Bejeweled red dew revealing woes.

So now, tonight, a peace ill keep,

Released in words and cuts so deep,

in velvet debt to a rose bouquet,

One given; and the rest thrown away.