there is something alluring
within my pain
that draws these loves to me

soemthing about my
constant shame
my blindness
that they see

I am this drained flower
a black roses
somehow it attracts them
makes them want to save me

love does not exist
without some desperate want
to fix it all
each last bit
what if i want to stay broken

a beautiful black rose
once red, ,once full of life
and that is what they want
what they need

we're painting the roses red