You Consume Me /Poetry

Flower garden of her love

Okay ik this is not a poem but this actually happened don't bug me about it))

Boring day, picking flower petals... She loves me, she loves me not....... she loves me...

Sometimes I feel I have too much fate, but at the same time I love believing things my mind knows isn't true.

My friend got he loves me, from picking each individual petal....

He told me, we're gonna find true love someday,

I said, I already have..

He said, I mean, true love.

I know it's true, I have a flower garden of her love, a place in my mind with all "her" thoughts, I love her with all Ive got.