I took the flower that you gave me
And drove the thorn into my hand.
I felt my pain all wash away
With the red blood as it ran.

The drops of crimson formed a circle,
Ever perfect in its shape.
It told a tale of a broken heart,
Of love, of loss, of pain.

I touched its glassy surface,
Just to see if it would break.
The pain was more than I could bear,
So much more than I could take.

I pulled away at once,
But the memory still lingered.
At last, the emptiness sank in-
The newfound poison to my hurt.

Such sweet venom took its time
As my veins cried to be filled.
My hope now all but gone,
Left at the mercy of your will.
 
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