I must be that flower that turns transparent when rain falls on it

Baring its insides

The skeletal map of its existence.

I am that bud that opens its petals only to shed them at the slight touch.

I am beautiful as long as you we are far apart

Because coming close might mean you will see it all

Know it all

Feel it all

All that I have kept hidden under the guise of white petals.

I am that flower, the one that sheds every inhibition at the slight touch of kindness

only to shut down 

When discarded.