Riddle Me This

A rose as a metaphor for a wolf in sheep’s clothing. A beauty hard to surpass, where mishandling may result in injury or death. You could be a rose, that metaphor would fit, but I decided against it. This is the sum of the parts left untouched and is a puzzle to which no one knows the answer, so I don’t blame you having the wrong picture, you can be my cancer. A piece of my mind growing out of control.
We’ve been down this path before you and me, do you remember? We started out as strangers then from strangers to friends, from friends to friends, to friends, to friends......It seems there was never enough momentum to carry us ashore. So we’re left drifting in separate boats as the currents seem set on keeping us apart. I’d swim to you, but of course the water’s infested with sharks. The funny thing is I don’t think you realize. You tried voodoo for fun but never believed that these needles would nail me to the cross. I can tell you the view from up here is incredible, but these nails are starting to itch. Picture that, I guess there’s some truth behind the legends. At least that’s the picture I have, how about you? Mine’s old and poorly developed but the message is in black and white.

Try to read between the lines because that’s where the important stuff is.

I’m no boy scout I’ll agree, and I’m not putting the blame solely on you. My part to play has been significant, almost a leading roll. I won’t get an “Oscar” or a “Golden Globe” because I’ve only played myself, or so I’m told. To cut it short, all I wanted was an answer and I gave you time. A yes or a no, any one would’ve been fine. It’s your indecision that haunts these halls, it’s the reason the souls are restless. They don’t want to miss the ending, they’ve been waiting so long. But no answer came, although it was a question I was right to ask. No fire to turn this messed up little boy to ash. But nor the opposite though it was a viable solution. What is the real reason behind your lack of conclusion? I thought I was first in line for closure but you kept opening new accounts. I’d rob you at gun-point through these heart-shaped gates just to let you know my account is the only one that comes with an expiration date. I could tell you this on the phone with only a few lines. There’s no need for these poetic attempts or pathetic rhymes.

To find a rose and fight the thorns, for out of the blood a sheep with fangs is born.
Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this, what can one read into a single kiss.