A Bloody Rose and Cocaine

If you like bittersweet poetry, here it is. Enjoy, and leave suggestions.

You close the door.
I know my time is up,
as the last petal hits the floor.

You said you'd love me,
until this rose dies.
And it has shed its last request.

I pick up the petal,
and crumble it in my fingers.
My heart can take no more.

A stem of spite and thorns
remains, resembling my soul.
And I shall press it to my lips.

If it killed the love,
it shall kill me.

A bloody rose to top the cocaine,
to help me along my way...
to add and end the pain.

It is harsh and brutal
against my lips,
but so was our last kiss.

It pricks my fingers,
and red droplets ooze...
much like the times you hurt me.

The cocaine buzzes in my head,
taking off the excruciating edge...
but I have fallen already.

This stem is hollow,
and it breaks with a crunch-
just like my neck in a noose.

And you loved me till it died.
And you loved me till I died.

And I still love you.

~.G.T.

~Inspired by the many who have made their marks on my shattered heart, lest I forget them.

Author's Note

~Inspired by the many who have made their marks on my shattered heart, lest I forget them.