forget.me.not

two

i sat down in the wet, dewy grass

i stare at you, in all your beauty- 

a smile that could light up any room,

a laugh that could make me the happiest girl on earth 

even on the worst of days;

i pick a flower,

i glance back up at you.

six;

he loves me.

you smile at me, 

my heart melts.

five;

he loves me not. 

you whisper in her ear,

providing her with the sweet words she longs to hear. 

four;

he loves me.

you laugh at one of my jokes 

and tuck a curl behind my ear.

three;

he loves me not. 

you hug her from behind,

wrapping your arms around her small, perfect waist. 

two;

he loves me.

he holds me close,

keeping me safe from everything I fear.

one;

the last petal.

i pick it, and watch it fly away in the wind

along with a part of my heart, 

he loves me not.