He Loves Me Not.

A tiny rose bud,
yellow and pink
with mirth.
I fall for you...
it seems like you
catch me...

The rose blossoms,
dew and honey upon
its fragile little petals.
The thorns go ignored...

You walk out. My
heart can only follow.
The petals start to wilt,
drifting and floating
to the tear-stained
flesh of my chest.

He loves me.

Another one kisses my chest
as I sink into my bed,
arms outstretched,
holding the dying rose.

He loves me not.

Petals brown and crusted,
my heart bleeding and cracked.
The thorns dig under my skin,
and my eyes flutter closed.

He loves me.

My chest pumps to life,
taking in gulps of air-
If I end this life-
will it end the despair?

He loves me not.

And two petals wait,
to fall and meet my chest.

I've lost you, in my heart and mind.
I can't hold on to you anymore-
For you love me not.