Written by: AnonymousOne, another, two more fall,
like stomachs in line at six-flags
He loves me not
Roses don’t last forever, spring till fall one can see them
budding side by side.
Come winter I too will close up my buds,
no flowers to catch my pollen
He loves me not
Next time counting petals, I will do it right.
I’ll be sure the unplucked roses have clean water and a window
To look out into the world and see all the other flowers,
and maybe grow even flowers, who’s petals end in he loves me
He loves me not
Not because of timing
But because he doesn’t like flowers.
Allergic.
To me, it’s clear
I’m a cloister of wiry poisonous stems.
He loves me not
I tested Galileo’s law myself,
Regardless of mass or good intentions,
rose petals and tears impact the ground at the same rate.
He loves me not
My heart buried shy of 3” beneath my garden, promises
to yield prettier flowers. Heartbreak being an industrial fertilizer.
He loves me not
Next time I won’t ask about flowers,
a weird thing to ask another guy
I won’t spend the day counting petals
Just to see they all end in a downhearted
He loves me not