//A love like this//
The thorns of rose equivalent to the thorns in love, you pricked me without a worry or guilt in your heart,
I was baffled, I was hurt,
Yet you named this pain: "love"?
Where is the love, my so-called lover?
Where is the care, the soothing, the comfort, the understanding, my love?
You always leave me alone at dead ends, alone to fend off all the pain, worry, sadness and anxiety,
Where are you when I need you the most?
Is this truly love?
No it isn't, don't take me for a fool,
Love does prick, love's path is affirmatively laid with thorns,
But your lover always comes for your rescue,
Your lover doesn't leave you alone, instead they are always there for you.
© Sneha Das (ChristySeraSwiftcc)