A rose's bloom could bear no match to the control on my mind which you steal.
Only in your own interests should tears gather upon your lashes with your eternal knowledge that my guilt is your greatest ally.
Neither of us wish one may bear witness as you abandon what I know and disregard my appeal.
Should I bare my heart to you as I do my arm, I might find myself in the position where, for once, my mouth tells truths about my every lie.

I have hidden in the bush for too long, scarred by thorns of raw feeling and pain
Despite my concealment, I remain as beautiful as I might find the flowers on this place of hiding, yet they remain painted with the colour of my wrongdoings.
I feel my chest as empty as your words as my love might think it should fight to remain.

I dance in a field of regret, twirling with the ghost of my happiness as I consider my options, feeling coarse pain at my neck as the one I have feared stands again.
I let it collapse as my breath is halted and I feel myself come to an end