I wrote this and called it a poem

My heart is your cage.
Come closer. Hold me tight.
You are trapped now.
A flower trembling in my hands,
and I pull your petals
one by one.
I take your eyes next,
one at a time,
so you never see me coming.
I won’t whisper.
I won’t warn you.
You won’t notice
the trap beneath your feet.
No—
you won’t.