I don’t think you know me sir
I take calculated risks
You were examined, measured, observed
Before I proceeded
Love to me is one of the greatest risks
Constantly watered
with luxe conversations,
dreams of happiness,
acts of chivalry
I bloom
To bloom out of my bud and expose my petals to the elements I need to be sure
Sure that you won’t blow me over
with your ego or starve me of air
Sure that I’ll feel your warmth
and our troubles never drown me
But wow… I seem to never be able
to outsmart love
He always comes dressed differently, finds a way to creep in and disguises himself as ideal
And I open and I fall
I try to retreat back to my bud
Instead I feel each petal leaving me slowly
Leaving me bare
I can’t undo opening up
I fall apart instead