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.