Petals of a Rose

A boy once gave me a red rose."I love you" was what he said.I didn't know what to think of it. Why did he give me this particular flower? What is in a flower like this? What does it symbolize? I can tell you what this exquisite piece of art portrays. Love. Lust. Desire. Evil. Yes, evil. Why, you ask? Well that, my friends, takes a bit of thought. I see a red rose and I see what? Lies. Deceit. Betrayal. Mystery. You find this odd. You ask why? But I ask in return, why not? Why do roses always have to equal love? Lust? Desire? Why is it that those entrancing crimson petals of this thing have to be so innocent? Do you not see that those "crimson" petals are nothing but blood? But not the petals' blood, but blood of some other! Is it not clear that each of those petals contain pools of blood collected from broken hearts? Why isn't that so obvious… And what of those damned thorns! Why is it that those green little buggers are a symbol of defense? A symbol of strength? A symbol of feminine beauty? It is obvious to the sane, human eye that they are nothing but a disguise. They are not there for protection or strength. What kind of naïve idiot would think that? Those green pricks are there only for the use of the petals. Do you honestly believe that those mere petals were enough to break such hearts? Hearts that bleed pools of blood are not weak. No, not at all. They are the strongest of all. It is the work of the thorns. Thorns and petals. You would never think that the two most innocent objects to be some of the deadliest. Didn't someone ever tell you that looks are deceiving? Well, you would be surprised how far that advice can get you.

Fools…

Why can they not see? See the deceit lying right in front of them. The betrayal they are embracing in the night. The lies they are feeding through storage. Roses all die one day, taking the broken blood with them, but they leave behind the lies and deceit to haunt you forever. Soon they are hard to get away from, then they are impossible to get away from. Lies biting a piece off day by day, deceit cutting into you day by day, until it becomes too much. Too much for you to handle. For anyone to handle. What happens then? An "I told you so" runs through your mind. What then? Regret. A new feeling. Your last feeling. It is then when you start running to an imaginary haven, with a belief that one exists. But, unfortunately, one does indeed exist. It is then when your best friend is replaced by a knife. It is then when your teddy bear is replaced by an ecstasy you have never imagined. It is then when…you have been broken completely.

Idiots…

Roses. Love. Lust. Desire. Still agree? They're not all that they cut out to be but something much worse. Their disguise is one of a kind. Something that has become universal to the whole world. Something almost as terrible as hell itself. Maybe even worse when thought is given to it. But alas, this world lacks that one important aspect. Thought. But, this is something that only evolution can be blamed for. Something only evolution can hope for. Roses—red roses...

Lies. Deceit. Regret. Betrayal. Mystery. Thought.

Something the world has yet to learn on its own…

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