Petals

Loves me.

Words spoken

by the sprinkling dust of the southern

sea

Loves me not.

Hearts broken

when he said he wanted to be

free

Loves me.

Futures planned

for as long as stars twinkled

above

Loves me not.

Hopes dashed

on the ancient alter of our stale

love

Loves me.

Still dreaming

he would hold me in his arms once

again

Loves me not.

Withering flower

I hold with thorns, tears, blood and

pain

Loves me

.

Loves me not

.

Loves me

.

Loves me…