She loves me, Loves me not

A Poem by introspicere

Haven't enough sleep lately. My emotions are high strung, sensitive. Too excited by little things, but also too easily paranoid. It's hard when things aren't clear. Worse when it points to insecurity

She wrote me into a flower
then pulled my vulnerability apart
with loves me, and loves me not’s
as if it were my fault
she couldn’t make up her mind
about how to feel

if you’re willing to risk loving or not
You do not start love
by loving me back
because I love you.
You’re supposed to decide for yourself
if the flower is worth picking

Do not pick
only to pull it apart with
careless indecision- choose
before you pick up something
that took years to flourish
its fragile courage

if you want something to grow,
you pick it up from the roots
then you learn, with urgent discipline
to love and care for it
until it becomes second nature to watch it grow.

Please

If you want something to grow
pick it up from the roots
or don’t pick it up at all.