Like the summer breeze

it comes and goes,

but like the winter snow

it burns the rose

the one you once gave me.

I've held on to it

through my promiscuous, shameful nights

to my current relationship

just waiting for you

because you... We were going to deny the statistic.

What I didn't know

was the rose was fated to wilt

and I regret nothing thus far

but burdened with this guilt

it nibbles at my ear

then this... filth

drips through the valley of my chest.

Before I can tell my heart to stop

I know what it is

and my tears rinse this slob.