Untouched
She wasn't scared of bugs
She was scared of sidewalk cracks
And she laughed while she fed me rose petals
Because I would make a sour face and spit them out
(A rose by any other name would still taste as dirty)
That flower wasn't a symbol of romance to her
It was only a brightly colored plant that looked yummy
So she put the petals in my mouth
Instead of counting them off to see if someone loved her.