Don't Touch Me

He was one of those flowers
that only blooms 
in the moon’s light

There were roses in his cheeks
His smile took me back 
to summer days by the ocean
To making flower crowns
in my aunt’s garden

There was so much to see
and I recorded every single detail
in extensive journals

The way he closed by day
How frost seemed to collect
on his lashes 
and he was only surviving

He’d immediately close himself
at the impending threat
of his petals
being caressed

I, myself, grew thorns and became unruly
A weed that wraps around 
every beautiful thing 
trying to claim it as my own

He hated the feeling of choking 
I coiled myself around him anyways
Knowing it must hurt
but not how much

He stopped blooming
And I became poisonous 
So don’t touch me