Red Roses

No, I don’t think you know,
Just what you did wrong.
And I don’t think you care,
That I won’t play along.

Just how much have you changed?
Or have I always been blind,
To this anger within you,
To this hate unrefined?

Tell me, how many times,
Have I just missed your glare?
And how many times,
Have you wanted to swear?

Has your hand made a fist?
There’s an interesting thought!
When we’ve argued before,
Have you mused ”just a swat...”?

Oh but you haven’t before?
You’ve never lifted a hand?
And you think that’s what matters?
You just don’t understand.

No, I’m not being foolish,
I’m not being unfair.
Don’t think you can fool me,
I’m now well aware.

I know just what you are,
And how cruel you can be.
I’m not blinded by love;
For the first time, I see.

And I don’t think you know,
Just what you did wrong.
But you go right ahead,
I’m done tagging along.