The Red Rose With Blue Thorns.

No matter how many times I try, I can’t hold you. No matter the angle, the delicacy, the warmth, or direct my intentions can be, I can’t hold you. Every moment you come into my grasp, your thorns find a way to prick me, and you disappear. You never mean to hurt me. You want to be held like the pretty rose you are, but your thorns make it such a challenge. I must admit, I get such an enraging feeling, along with some sadness, when you disappear. The only thoughts in my mind were, “Why must you do this?” “Am I not good enough?” “Will I ever be able to get past your thorns?” “Will this be the last time I see you?” “Why can’t you let me hold you?” I continue to wait for your return, with each day feeling worse than the last. I hope to see you once more. As maybe this time your thorns won’t hurt me.