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THE ROSE I NEVER WAS
I’d rather die than stay with you,
Than lose myself in all you do.
You leave me stranded, bruised, confused,
A heart once loved, now torn and used.
I watch my sorrow fall like rain,
Each drop a memory stained with pain.
Upon the earth where love once grew,
I bury every piece of you.
A flower bloomed, though bent and frail,
Fed by promises doomed to fail.
You picked the petals one by one,
Until you swore the bloom was gone
She loves me.
She loves me not.
You took everything I had
And left the parts that you forgot.
An ugly girl, or so she thought,
Believing every lie you taught.
Too hard to love, too scarred to choose,
Always the one someone would lose
She learned to hate the looking glass,
To hide her face and let life pass.
She heard the whispers, felt their sting,
And stopped believing she'd ever bloom again.
But roots run deeper than they show.
Even wounded flowers grow.
And underneath that broken ground,
Something living still was found.
So let the dead leaves fall away.
Let yesterday become decay.
You may have crushed what used to be
You never killed the root in me.
And maybe I was never meant
To be the rose you could possess.
Maybe beauty isn't being chosen
By someone who loved me less.
One day I'll bloom without your hands,
Without your pruning, your demands.
And when my petals finally show,
I'll know the truth I couldn't know:
I wasn't ugly.
I wasn't weak.
I wasn't yours to break or keep.
I was a rose beneath the scars,
Still reaching blindly for the stars.
And all the beauty I couldn't see
Was never yours.
It belonged to me.
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