Thorns and Roses

Odalys Alfaro

Some may call him toxic But I call him my first love This felt a lot like the thorns on the roses he had gifted me I wasn’t too sure if that was his call for pity Or that I was blinded by his love What felt like an ongoing cycle A fight in which wasn’t bound to end I was taught to fight for what’s yours To be there through the thick and the thin I was there for the passion, the affection, and the empathy Because I learned closed mouths don’t get fed But to me that sounds like nothing but a recipe for disaster As I sat there feeling famished, waiting for the things I craved the most There I was left for dead Expecting to be saved–After all the “I love you’s” and “I’ll never let this go” As I try to run back, you say you’ve lost hope Asking for nothing but commitment Maybe this was just god’s way in telling us no With the soul ties we’ve created I am left with a soft spot making it harder for me to let you go.