Traded for a Weed

Memory of a wound I'd sewn shut -
the reminder is enough to make scarred sealants bleed;
when I gave you a gift, cautiously,
my trust was meant to carry the weight of your world,
some planet of cruelty.
How do you hold a rose and trade it for a weed
molded in dust and rotten temptation,
a voice coated in playful silk, blanketing thorns
of desperation?
Destructive to my carefully constructed story,
luring you, weak-minded fool,
into a cavern where you betray me,
mask your sinful stains,
and preach an expired love.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Powerful words, of betrayal and the other being oblivious to the pain they have caused, tainting every memory they were a part of.
I never like pointing out favourite parts, as it sometimes sounds like a back handed compliment, but the title is perfect. It really does stop you and make you ponder their impact. Slightly jealous, wish I had come up with it :)

[Kay]

Such a nice compliment, thank you. =) I'm really glad you liked the title as well, I was hoping it'd portray a strong image.