He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
He’s been playing this game so long petals litter the ground where we stood when I told him I wanted him, and he told me he didn’t know how to feel. Soon, he won’t be holding
a flower, just an empty stem, a thing that used to be lovely.
I’d like to say I’ll be long gone before that,
but the truth is I’d pluck
a thousand flowers
for him to pick apart
if it meant,
one day,
a flower, just an empty stem, a thing that used to be lovely.
I’d like to say I’ll be long gone before that,
but the truth is I’d pluck
a thousand flowers
for him to pick apart
if it meant,
one day,
he’d love
me
too.
me
too.
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“Soon, he won’t be holding a flower, just an empty stem…”
Some people really can’t read those signs, and it can hurt so much when they don’t.
Intentional or not, I love how the poem also narrows down to one word lines, like we really are down to the stem.
Thank you for the kind words, Philip. And yes, it was intentional!🙂
A thing that used to be lovely ❤️
😊❤️
I love the suggestive shape of this poem.
Thank you! I’ve been experimenting with shape recently.
Very nice. I like how the shape slows the reader down at the end.
Thank you!
Love the shape and flow of this poem and how you land it down the stem:
but the truth is I’d pluck
a thousand flowers
for him to pick apart
if it meant,
one day,
he’d love
me
too.
Thank you so much! This wasn’t originally going to be a shaped poem, but it felt right.
I love the part “I’d pluck a thousand flowers for him to pick apart”. The emotional tone of the poem leaves a powerful impact!
Thank you, I think that was my favorite line to write!