I pick up the flower with the biggest petals
I start tearing them off one by one
"He loves me... He loves me not"
Afraid of what I will see when it is done.
I keep tearing the off as tears roll down my face
Horrified that the only one I loved has drifted away
One by one the petals fall in my lap...
As if my heart is getting torn in the same way.
As I hold the last petal in my trembling hand
I drop it down... "He loves me not" with a tear
Do I let go of this love or do I continue to fight?
The answer to that isn't available... just my fear!
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