Cactus

I might appear beautiful 

to you

I might even look smart

You've always

looked at me from distance

Smiling at me

Or even waving, sometimes.

I know you think

I'm like this, healthy and fresh

You might be thinking 

of getting closer to me

To know me a Lil well

And even might be

Imagining what it's like

to be with me.

By now, you've observed me 

Enough to know

I'm low maintenance.

But, I'm like cactus.

The nearer you get

the more you'd know

And I'm afraid,

You'd know, know me.

The nearer you get

The clearer you'll be 

able to see

All the scars 

I'm capable of giving.

You'll know there'll always

be a distance between you and me.

You might even like me then.

But still, you won't 

Touch me 

Or caress me 

Or let me rest my head on your lap.

Then eventually 

You'll walk away.

Leaving me on my own.

With all my glooms and thrones.

Because you say:

"Your thorns won't make you bleed

and won't let me stay.