He Loves Me , He Loves Me Not
A poem on reflecting: my own special intake on the classic "he loves me, he loves me not" (ya' know...with the flower petals๐)
*as I wrote this "he" transformed into many different people & experiences from my life. it became oddly cathartic in the best way , the "he" is only a mere expression. so I invite you to replace "he" with someone or something else and see what it unfolds for you*
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๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me,
as I
bring light back
into his dark days
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me not,
for
I only stay
after it rains
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me,
for
being the breath
to his suffocation
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me not,
since
I yield
my allocation
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me,
for
I am not afraid
of the depths
in his ocean
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me not,
as I
begin to sink
in his
crimson potion
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me,
for
my heart
serves as
the beacon
to his conquest
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me not,
since
I collapsed
at his feet
from the despair
of neglect
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me,
as I
only see
him for the good
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me not,
since
I ask
for more
than I should
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me,
for
never
changing
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me not,
as I
am
elevating
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me
as I
remain
astray
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He love me not,
for
I have found
a new pathway
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me,
for
my
plastic
patience
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me not,
since
my
unfiltered
cadence
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me,
as a
shiny
new
trophy
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me not,
since
discovering
I'm
worthy
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me,
for
following
the
rules
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me not,
as I
have stopped
doing what
I'm told
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me,
as a
way to
keep me close
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me not,
for
leaving
with
no
remorse
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me,
for
shining
my
light
๐ผ๐ป๐ฅ He loves me not,
for
blinding
his
eyes
About the Creator
Yazamoisellรฉ
๐ฆโจ ยฐSomewhere Daydreamingยฐ ๐ฆโจ


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