Twisted Love Poetry: Bleeding Rose

Once upon a time
I stumbled across a bleeding rose
Standing alone
In a garden of wondrous beauty

Its stem was strong
Its leaves a vibrant green
It was very much still alive
But appeared to have been wounded fataly

I ventured ever closer
Concerned that it would perish
If someone did not give it care

I ventured ever closer
Because deep within my soul
I knew it needed me there

So I gazed into its petals
Slowly reaching out my hand
Razor sharp thorns bit into my flesh
My life's blood their demand

I was pulled into a crimson maelstrom
Sucked into its depths below
And though I feared for my life
I felt connected to this blossoms soul

So I ventured ever closer
Giving into the waves
Crashing against me

I ventured ever closer
Awaiting
My final destiny

And when the spinning stopped
The rose's pain was bared
I took everything it had to give
Every ounce it would let me share

My only thought
To ease its painful bleed
I would have given my life
To fulfill its dire need

But my life
Was not taken that day
I awoke in the garden
And to my dismay

The bleeding rose had wilted
Its petals laid lifeless
On its bed
My heart was shatterd
I should have been the one that was dead

But before I could cry
Before I could shed a single tear
I felt the sting on my hand
And noticed my beautiful rose was there

It was still very much alive
Its heart strongly beating
Its leaves still a vibrant green
And no longer
Was this beautiful flower
Bleeding