Spines

I paid you little attention, but still you grew. Your flowers bloomed
and angrily I cut them away. You grew tall but I hacked at your limbs.
I stunted your growth. I didn't know better.

You grew thorns to shield you from the world. You learned to bloom at
night and wither in the day. You didn't grow tall, but strong
nonetheless.

And now I wonder, like a fool, who your heart is for, for it is not mine.