Spiny and cold, people back away.

Not knowing what to think, they assume

Depressed,

Angry,

Emo,

Even in love.

People don't understand,

my goal is to keep them guessing.

But as the sun sets, my flower springs up.

People see my inside,

filled with seeds

waiting to be speculated, ripped apart.

A crack is heard and then a thud from those who fell.

I fell.

I am vulnerable in the place it counts most:

Life and love.