Loves Me Not | Diana Misdary
How many flowers have been destroyed at the hands of girls hoping that he loves her?
How many petals torn from their royal seats for the insecurities of doubting lust,
mismanaged desires and otherwise hollow pursuits?
I’m a rose in a garden not meant to be ripped apart
Meant to be handled with gentleness,
Touched by one who is acquainted with thorns.
It is not a defense mechanism.
It is the truth that I wear on the outside.
I don’t mean to tease you from afar, only to pierce you once close.
I’m meant for the brave of heart,
Those willing to reach, despite the pain.
Have you counted the cost?
Is my beauty worth it?