"to bloom. Or rather, like the cups of that small meat-eating"

Flowers are often regarded as "beautiful" when they bloom. Not all of them though because, while you praise its blooming and indeed see beauty, the little fragile and cautious fly is working at its most precise level of judgment to make sure that what humans view as beauty, doesn't turn out to be deadly.
Its sort of similar to the girl in the glasses laughing, smiling and entertaining the table.
We then melt our lines of defense against her
Deconstruct the wall around our castle and chase away each soldier
With happy hearts
We justify thoughts that the quiet, uninterested girl was a welcoming person since the start
So we play with the girl
As her smile enlarges, it looks like a flower blooming so beautifully, like a chocolate swirl
Until we dare to come closer
And in a surprise we receive a blow from her
Then we understand why the fly fears the beautiful flower as if it's crap
Because without knowing it, a beautiful flower might just be a Venus fly-trap.