thorned

Lost a friend this week, but as she was being really nasty and cruel to me these past few years. It's sad that things like these happen, but sometimes they have to in order for us to have peace.

thorns do not cease being thorns
because there are roses,
and so you would not desist
from cutting into me
i let you for so long believing
one day i could soften your
edges, but your words became my
coffin cut into me only
reminders of death and misery
so when you severed the ties of our
friendship a tranquility washed
over me, finally got a lily
instead of a thorned rose and her
petals smell sweeter than that
garden of maudlin insincerity you
expected me once to flourish in.
- linda m. crate