Dead Flowers

He loves me,
he loves me not.
The answer to this,
I have forgot.

He loves me,
this can not be.
Because how can he see anything,
in a person like me.

He loves me not,
I am sure of this.
Because I am nothing,
in that heart of his.

He loves me,
I'm nothing to him.
Because he knows,
that I would be the death of him.

He loves me not,
this much is true.
Because a person like me,
does not deserve a person like you.

Plucking the petals that fall to my side,
flowers wont change a thing.
All I am doing now is crying in bed,
killing one more thing.

Reviews

[Crow]

This is a brilliant work! It seems to portray both sadness and dark humor.

Well done!

[Moflo]

This was a very clever idea, great format and interesting structure. I like the last line of this piece a lot, almost bringing the reader to a tragic reality that, even through what is a kid's game, there is still a savage nature of humanity beneath. Great job.

[An owl on the moon]

There is an overwhelmingly haunting vision created here... that longing to be loved.. the self doubt that floods the mind and heart... the pain that is left behind when all the petals of thought have fallen... Profoundly moving and so very sad...

[deeps]

I like the 1st stanza. in a way I thought it was cute.
I can feel pain in this write. Sad but well written.