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Description
Your cheeks are like rose petals.
That’s cliche, and they’re not.
Your cheeks are swollen
from tears,
red lines still bright
where his hand made contact.
Go ahead, stand up
for him, but not to him. You don’t
stand up to him, and that hurts
me. You know how I feel.
I’ve seen the petals as your cheeks.
Seen the stars in your eyes.
Seen the sun
when you smile, and heard the heavens
in your laughter.
These cliches fit you better
than your new originality.
Each time you come crying
to me I see what you were,
but you won’t let me have you
even for a moment
to restore you
to youth – to beauty
– to a rose.

Description
Your cheeks are like rose petals.
That’s cliche, and they’re not.
Your cheeks are swollen
from tears,
red lines still bright
where his hand made contact.
Go ahead, stand up
for him, but not to him. You don’t
stand up to him, and that hurts
me. You know how I feel.
I’ve seen the petals as your cheeks.
Seen the stars in your eyes.
Seen the sun
when you smile, and heard the heavens
in your laughter.
These cliches fit you better
than your new originality.
Each time you come crying
to me I see what you were,
but you won’t let me have you
even for a moment
to restore you
to youth – to beauty
– to a rose.