Thorns

Alone I am
and alone I will stay.
Letting nobody else in,
believing nobody else.

How can I love
and let others love me
when everyone who holds my hand,
gets cut from all the thorns?

I'm a rose with all the petals
picked off and thrown about,
nothing left
but a stem and thorns.

I'm sorry I let you
get cut
and I'm sorry you got stuck,
but now I let you go

with nothing but
a heartfelt apology
and scars from my thorns.