you walk down the road
shoes untied,
tripping over your laces.
you spot a beautiful flower,
it wasn't as beautiful as you.
you ripped it from its life support,
asking the flower if he loved you
or not.
petal by petal
"he loves me, he loves me not."
when you get to the final petal,
you realize you don't even know this boy
but you couldn't stand to end on I love you not
so you pretended
to forget.
hoping that meant he loved you.
truth.
you'll never know.
empty & limping.
do you love him
do you not?
YOU ARE READING
anxiety is killing me.
Şiirbroken hearts, love, tortured past. Ya know, the usual for poetry. Read with an open mind . I also know this won't make it into the Wattys but worth a shot.
