I sit on my bed, looking at this rose. How I cry. How I hate it, it brings back so many memories, it brings YOU back. How much you meant to me. How much I loved you. How much I cried when you were gone. This rose is stained with your blood. I cannot go on without this rose. This rose is you. Today is the anniversary of your death. I love you, and how I loved being with you. The day you gave me this rose is the day you died. I wish I could be by your side, because you are all I am. This rose of blood has my blood on it too. Both our bloods from that fatal accident. It killed you. And it kills me more every day. This rose of blood is still here to show you how much I love you. Please take me away. I love you. I need you. I call you and realize your gone. Please take me away. You and this rose of blood mean so much to me. I wish you lived, because I love you. Please come back to me and this rose of blood.
