"a rose"

A rose,

so beautiful,

a token of the love

that I did not invite.

The stars seem to believe

that everyone needs

a story,

but how can I take on another

when I am not quite sure

where I come from? The map is so vast

but I feel myself

spiral

everytime I look.

Eyes seem to stare

between my back and front,

they stare into my chest

and wonder who I am.

I shatter glass bottles

and use the pieces to make myself bleed,

I turn nourishment into the enemy

because I refuse to face what has been placed

in front of me.