If you are capable of love
You are the last
of of my pride
so I hung on
even though you hurt me
so bad – I couldn’t tell you
When I should have let go
I hugged tighter
made excuses for you
how you were a sick
little baby and needed
my help
how you were stressed
out cat and needed a nap
how you cared too much and were too honest
Dearest Rose,
you made me believe
I was the thorn
For the last time
You probably think
I will forgive you
-say sorry for getting
hurt like I usually do
But you are Shakespeare to me
Annieepoetry 