Rose thorn.

I fell asleep on the bathroom floor listening to Bob Marley because it was easier than seeing you cry
You believed in me and that was enough until it wasn’t
Peril is a myth that always finds you when you’re most comfortable
Everything you tried to swallow comes back up like vomit
The words nobody could find lie all over the floor like misplaced socks
I know not how to return to you the favors you graced me with
We’re all royal until we tip over
When you give them the chance to see you miss they’ll play it on repeat
But the butterflies know your name and they’ll sing it back to you when you forget

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