Dangerous Flowers Poem by Ashley Breding

Why-
I ask myself why-
Why dont these wilting flowers just die-
Just die and rid me from their memory-
Die and let me forget their lurring beuty-
They are already gone to the world and to themselves-

Only to me they stay-
Wilting and rotting, tantalizing, mezmorizing-
Making my want them in my hands-
To keep to love, to hate its fate-
The need, its greed, hidden jealousy-
I hate them, they are ugly, they have thorns that prick-
But they're etched in my mind like that love song I cant forget-
And that line in that note that you wrote that now makes me sick-
And those prehistoric words that you wispered, so sweet and unforgettable-
Like poisonous flowers-
Who's thorns leave a scar.