Rose Ever After

Can it be an assault when it was authorized, maybe deprived of what you really want to say. Can it be rape if you don't say no, if words don't come out of your trembling mouth. How is it that my words don't match what I feel, like a rose being asked to be pulled by its stem; removing it from what gives it life. Don't you see my piercing thorns are trying to brake away? How much can I handle until my petals start to fall? Is it happiness you feel to pull me from mine?

Does my soft petals pleasure you while I'm slowly dying? My petals are full of tears but my smile will hide it all away.

It's a matter of time before I have no more petals and beauty for you to enjoy , it will just be a broken flower born to die at your service.