they say don't touch the rose

"They say you're an idiot because you should know that you shouldn't touch a rose because its thorns could cut you deep.

I say they don't understand. I can see your bloody hands. I know they are shredded because you fought against my horns, holding tight onto them until they gave up and let you in.

You held onto me, onto the real me, despite my resistance and all the fucking shit I put you through.

And for this I'm grateful.
And for this you're awesome.
And I see you... like you see me."