recovery

she

she loves me,
she loves me not.

i'm picking off the petals from every flower
i've got.
she loves me,
she loves me not.

i'm picking off the petals from every flower
i've bought
hoping to find the answer i seek,
as i use a technique
to try to land on the answer i hope to
receive.

the petals gently land on the floor,
as well as my hope of expecting more.
i kill flowers
but i'm building towers
out of petals
that i've torn off
from its body and life source.

flowers that are still full
of their beautiful
petals
remind me of her
and my error
of falling in too deep,
because now the answer i seek
have left me in darkness
and silence.

she loves me,
she loves me not.
my last flower,
my last petal...

-she loves me not-