He Loves Me Not
How do you know someone loves you?
By their actions?
Through their words?
Or like him,
Who picks a flower out of the garden
And picks the petals from it,
Doing an old tradition of
“She loves me, She loves me not.”
I met him, in the most empyreal day of my life
He found me and chose me
Among all the same flowers around.
He grasped me between his hands
And I felt so very special.
Suddenly he removed a petal from me
While saying the words, “She loves me.”
And then another petal, “She loves me not.”
Picking the petals off me
Alternately saying those two sentences
Which seemed to be the greatest power of love.
He kept on repeating, and I was there
Until only two petals were left on me.
“She loves me.” He said, then picked one petal.
“She loves me not.” And removed my last petal
I saw my reflection on his eyes.
They were shining perhaps because of the collected tears.
I looked so helpless, I couldn’t recognize myself as a flower anymore.
Without speech or action,
I looked at him, and saw how broken he was.
Then after that, he let go of me, while I was slowly dying upon the green grass.
I looked at the petal he tore from me and with his face on my mind,
“I love him. He lovs me not.”
Poetry by Ashe
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Written on 2016-06-03 at 22:20
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