By Candace Miller
she loves me, she loves me not
she sees me, she sees me not
She takes my petal in her hand
with such a smooth caress
and with the love she gives I can’t feel anymore
it’s too tight, it’s too cold, it’s not enough
see she loves me she says she does
she touches my petals with quickness and lust
see she loved me, she loved me not
I see the things she does take too much
As she tries to handle her petals with care
she's overwatered herself with nothing clean
and nothing rich
see she will be loved and there is no not
she will be in this soil whether harsh or not
she will be loved and I think not that I want to go back to the dry rot of her care
because she wants to love and there will be no
she loved me not
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