Every Rose Has a Thorn, Every Thorn Has a Story

I'm not sure if I love you anymore
All the pain that you caused me
All the tears that I cried
They add up after awhile
Pain turns to hurt
Tears turn to sobs
Thorns dig deeper inside my skin
Creating another novel with each prick
Blood turns to ink
Skin turns to paper
As the ink drips, letters form on the pages
Letters of pain form the plot and setting
Letters of tears stain the ending
Pages stained a Rosey Red
Shaped like petals in the wind
As the ink drys, the story is finished
sent to be read to all that hurt
Roses may have thorns
Thorns may have a story
Though the story ends nothing like the last