A Thorn or Two

 I want to scream 

I want to cry

I want to run 

I want to die

I want the truth

I want to know

What made her say things so

I want to try

I want to live

I want to fly

I want to give

I need to hope

I need to play

I need to not 

These games play

I hope it ends

This pain I feel 

I hope again 

I can be real

I hope to love

And be loved in return 

I hope someday

She does learn

To love herself 

To love and cherish

To find her smile 

And happiness cherish

I hope she finds peace within

I hope she holds

And doesn't give in. 

I do love her

I can't deny

With every tear 

That falls from my eye

Each slice

Each cut

Each wound that widens

Like a rose with thorns 

My grip just tightens 

It's grown so much 

It blooms so bright

It comes from manure 

Then treated just right

Outward beauty

And fresh scent too

But with it comes pain

A thorn or two.

 J.M.

From a friend, about a girl he loves.