To get these bad thoughts out of my head-
I ask you why you made that decision instead.
You know it broke my heart and
fucked with my mind of why you say
you loved it from the start but still must
leave it behind.
To get it out of my head I ask
you why you chose that path instead.
Some might say that you went that way
because its more difficult and you must do it
on your own; but we both know good and well it
would be harder to make this work for it requires
sweat and blood while we both change and grow.

Red roses turn to purple and
then on to black.
Pictures with fake poses deem
no regret when you look back.
The decision you made threw my whole
life off track.
Red roses bruised with purple will soon turn to black.

I ask you what your intentions
are but you only yell and scream.
I sure hope I wake up soon this has
to be a really fucked up dream.
My love and self complex are
true and real as they seem.
There was you, and I and then
you and I but now you're
breaking up the team.

Off the top of your head the
things you say could make or
break a bond in which we both agree...
but the things you say only break.
Have faith in what, rejection of some sort;
have trust in separation without representation
I know these things could thwart.

You say you love me
but I just can't go but why;
You say you love me so
this rejection makes me want to die.
We both know we are in, wait
we both know that you are in
way over your head.
You over-stepped you boundary
and in the process left me dead.

You're everything in a being
I could ever hope on seeing
but you just don't understand.
I love you so much please just
listen I can offer us the upperhand;
quit yelling and screaming
and find in me trust or wisdom,
or some worth worth redeeming.

I dare not compare and I never will
but I've been through this before.
I remain by your side still
but you have to show me more.
I know its your first time with this
sort of thing and that works against me.
I just want you to see all the joy that it
can bring and everything that we can be.

Black roses can be red again
I swear it is true..
The purple can be a good thing
that we share for just us two.
Red roses that never die,
never turn black deem everything
true and there is no looking back.

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