I hold you as delicately as I can with my hands
And yet you're still hurting me
Even if I hold you in different places and try to not break you
You are wild my dear
Yet you are also cowering and covered
Slowly I pick away at your thorns and silk walls
I won't get all of them, but that's okay
I can still try
When I finish, you are left open to me
Yet still wild
I rip away at your mess
I chop off your ends
Chop away at what is wrong
I wait for you to bloom
And what is left
A naked creature...
I stare at your naked beauty
In time you will wither and rot
I'll watch it all
Taking in your sweet perfume
Till I see you finally fall
By then I'll get bored and throw you away
I'll sit for the next flower and do the same
