He who dares not grasp the thorn.

In the valley of my nothingness,

what should i tell you first?

that he liked the roses

and always bought me one.

I have kept the petals all along.

But now,

the scent has gone

wrinkled

still

the colour remains,

and so he is still in my heart.

We have each other

to the extent that he knows what i like.

but in his empty heart,

he could never deduce

why i liked to be liked by him.

He could not.

for he never did.

He has asked which flower i adored the most

and I had said roses.

So he went about collecting them all

bringing them just fine.

The rose petals.

But yet again in his empty heart,

he could not deduce

why i asked for roses.

So I let him go, even when my heart ached.

He bought me petals

When I craved the thorns.