A Thorn

You make me feel worthless,
like my words have no impact,
like I won't get anywhere on this earth.

You make me wonder what I've done wrong,
just from the looks you send me,
or the way your words twist my thoughts.

Every action of yours drives me crazy,
because I'm so sick of heart break,
but I don't find myself letting go.

It's the art of letting go, I guess.
But I don't see where this could go,
you're so perfect, and I'm such a mess.

I'm just a thorn on a ruby red rose -
pointy and prickly with my sharp attitude,
painful to the touch because I can't let go of the past.

The ones above me are full and luscious,
beauty surrounds them, when I am this-
something no one would ever want,
the thing you'd throw away in a heart beat.