Fire and roses

I was made of fire 

before the roses blessed me

I was made impure 

before purity chose me like

I was some kind of tortured angel

I used to be bad

the worst

my heart is oiled with grease and grime

the devil on my shoulder may have faded

sunshine shines through sometimes

a shimmering curtain

how sweet are the illusions?

Dancing in the streams

of everlasting eternity

love.

What a stupid, stupid concept

and yet it holds true.

We balance the world with mathematical equations but

you can't predict the unpredictable

we're not supposed to understand.

I'm in awe

of the fire in the roses

the roses in the fire

I threw them in

beauty for the ugly

ugly for the beauty

you can never have both

stop deluding yourself.

The thorns stabbed me from the inside out

turning me 

changing me.

I used to be made of fire and roses

until I burned myself.