Thorned Relationships

Thorns
Stabbed the hands
That held mine in theirs.

Thorns
That lead nowhere

Thorns
In the beautiful roses I gave them
Celebrating this purposeless life we share

With an intention
To not care.

And as hands drifted apart
So did the hearts.

Long live the blood shed!
Long live the foolish trends!
Long live the hands

No more there.