Blooming Contentment
You were the rose, but with thorns,
One touch and I bled,
But luckily there are other flowers,
And luckily enough,
I can also grow my own thorns.
Though you were beautiful,
And wonderful in all,
In the end you caused pain.
So here I go,
On my own, but perfectly pleased.
Your scent was divine,
But you still ended up cutting me,
So here I leave you,
A dead rose on the pavement.
However I am still living.
Though you hurt me,
I moved on and I grew to be
An even more beautiful flower,
Thank you for making me
Find contentment in myself.
All I have is myself,
And though it wasn't enough for you,
It is awesome that I can
Find more love in my own rose
Than the rose you left behind.