• An apology in a dozen red roses with a threatening note
    Written in gold script on fancy paper adorned with bloodstains;
    Vengeance in ruby thorns that tear open tender scars
    Healed by gentle hands that burn under the facade of love--
    A sweet poison that seeps through the cuts left by meaningless days and
    Endless nights marked by the bruises on her arms and her heart that
    Wishes desperately for a change,
    Hopes that maybe the next 'I love you' will not be tinged with
    Distrust and anger and whip-like words that sting her face and haunt her dreams...
    That maybe he'll hold her and protect her, and love won't hurt