Call Me Your Rose

It's as if my heart started spinning
and the beautiful mirrors around me
began breaking
at the thought of losing your touch.

I'm nothing, my eyes hold no meaning,
when your heart is not creating
flames with me,
for the fire I yearn for cannot be
sparked by any other rose,
or by any other thorn.

We may be lost in each other's arms now,
your strong hand caressing the skin
right where my heart should be-

but what if my heart doesn't know the
danger? What if it pushes you
from its depths and I struggle
to live without your rain-brushed lips.

What if you leave me when winter
arrives with its story, and you don't
find red roses giving color
to your life anymore.

Because I still remember
how I used to stand by my
windowsill, stretching my anxious legs
to try to catch the moon
so you'd see where you really belong,
and that my night consists of only
you.

Won't you look into this mirror with me?
Into the reflections of the moonlight
that we are trying to breathe in,
and know that we can't only last
when day has gone.

Forget about the times when I called you
at eleven o'clock at night,
when my fingers were shaking so violently
that I thought I'd lose you again,
when no one spoke to me but you,
my family hours away and how you always
felt near to my pulse,
when I was deathly afraid of feeling hollow,
and that you'd prick your finger
upon my naked vanity.

Don't remember the moments where
we almost kissed upon night's exhale...
for I can't bear to look at the stars
and realize we were wishing on them,
and hoping they would take us
somewhere where we couldn't hurt.

Look into this mirror with me now,
I need to hear it in the world's silence,
if I'm everything to you
or only part of something forsaken
in winter's cold bitterness.

Because darling, I swear I'll cut my heart out
if this glass breaks into shards-
for my heart was only meant for you
and I never want to say another
twisted goodbye.

Won't you just call me your rose?
Won't you say I'll still be as
timeless as our first dance,
our first breath into
love?

Will I still be your most wanted
when I am surrounded by
my own weakness?

I'm not as unbreakable as you think.
These thorns ache through my skin,
these petals reminding me that I
fall apart.

But promise me, love.
Promise me that whenever time
calls us impossible,
that you'll see I've always been here
breathing, wilting,

for you.

* written for Yaki's challenge contest :]
6/15/2012.