WITHOUT THORNS

I am evil
And I am unknown
You’re the fire I can’t put out
And the match I just can’t light

I am a raging river flowing
And a silent waterfall
You are the chill I can’t shake out of my spine
And the ice I just can’t break out of the freeze

I am a damp sweater on a rainy day
And the puddle you blindly step right into
You are the sun I can’t see rise
And the clouds that rain my tears

I am the hour hand on a broken watch
And a scratch upon your glasses
You are the window that I can’t shatter
And the rose that blooms without thorns

I am the blood that seeps from your wounds
And the darkness in your bruises
You are the cast upon a broken heart
And the crown atop a king

I am the last page in a book read a thousand times
And you are just being published