Petals

These are my petals

Be careful where you tread

Voluminous and fragile

So quick they take their steps

A thousand sorrys, they may drip

So treacherously from my numb lips

So violently engraved into my skin

For a many number of my rings

The branches are bending

Heavy laden while I’m amending

Does it matter if they’re from a rose?

A violet would be just as nice I know

I’d rather be an open bud than closed

Much easier to find among all the rows

These are my petals

Be careful where you tread

Voluminous and fragile

So quick they take their steps

Why do they pluck to soothe their sense of dread

Ignorant of the fragments they render dead

Indifferent to the path they never lead

And still it blooms

Quietly right out of view

And its so much more than what you knew