Prey to your scent,
I drew closer to you
Burying my sense somewhere between your roots and rose coloured petals
I placed you on my lips and felt your vow of a better tomorrow
but as we grew, so did the flaws that presented themselves as thorns
You dug deeper with each grasp,
and the tighter I tried holding on,
the more it hurt,
the more my love for you bled,
and regardless of the tears I shed
Still you weeded out your roots and chose to plant yourself in another’s Eden.
Jade Novelist ©️2018