Love me, love me not.
Your cruel words a child,
Plucking the petals off of the pure white daisy of my heart.
Does he love me?
Love me not?
Day in and day out,
The sun shining across the broken buds forming across my arms and legs.
Blossoming violets and roses, fading to the yellow shine of a sunflower.
Love me, love me not.
Locked doors, and closed blinds.
Riotous voices shaking the walls,
Like earthquakes tearing up the soil I grow in.
And tsunamis of sadness washing away all my happy memories of you.
Love me,
Love me not.
I love you not. But I love you.
My broken heart, held together with forsaken promises and Judas words.
Scotch tape and rubber bands pulling together the shattered porcelain of my soul.
Love you, love you not.
I love you not.
The flowers will die, and my heart will remold, scarred and misshapen.
But healed, the fractures callousing, stronger than before.
Jagged edges still remain, ready to cut any who dare to steal it for themselves.
Love me, love me not.
I love me. I live for me.
Caring for the daisies, nursing the breaks, the waves of the tsunami calming.
Skies clearing, the sun shining again.
Love me, i do.
