When you touch a rose's stem, you get poked.

You can't touch their exterior without getting hurt.

So why do you keep going back

when you know you're going to get hurt?

Roses are the most beautiful disaster you could ever touch.

They have a seeping, bloody red tint to their color—

blood that spills and spreads.

Blood that says, I warned you.

Roses protect themselves.

From anyone who tries to grab them.

Because they know—

you won’t be gentle.

You’ll be rough. Mean. Careless.

So they build their walls.

They grow thorns.

They guard their softness with pain.

People don’t know how to keep their hands to themselves.

They always reach for what isn’t theirs.

They ruin beautiful things with their filthy hands.

They touch what they were never invited to hold.

And then act surprised

when it cuts them back.

Humans don’t know how to keep their hands to themselves.

That’s why roses bleed,weep, and wail.

They don't want to be held

They don't want to be touched

No one knows the word No