She smelled like roses.

And she looked just as delicate and beautiful.

Her red hair felt like soft petals and her flower print dress flowed around and fit her body like a glove.

And just to be ironic, she told me her name was Primrose.

But roses have thorns.

I didn't realize that.

I fell madly in love.

She drove me crazy, her scent wafting around in my head at all times of the day.

I couldn't stop thinking about her.

But then, she pricked me.

She tore my heart to shreds.

I tried to get to know her well, to untangle the masses of thorns she had around her, but they grew and kept pricking me, shredding, and I couldn't get away. I was tangled too deep.