Sweetbrier

(She loves me)
These months have seen the rosa
Tranmogrify and bloom
With leafs as green as envy
And pedals, red with doom
This nose has felt the blisters
and flesh, sore-mottled, rawed
Bitten by the poison
that courses through her walls
(She loves me, not)
These eyes have seen the rosa
picked bald by hungry hands
Seen petals blighted, rotten
Thrown(molting) 'Pon the lands
She loves me...and she loves me not
Are all that breaks the calm
That and shrieking petals
As they snap beneath my stomps