He loves me, he loves me not
Questions in my head
Flower petals on the ground
And tears in my bed

He loves me, he loves me not
Is he worth my time?
Making me feel this way should really be a crime.

The two oxides must have
Grown tired of the love triangle and
Left carbon hanging
And in his solitary bitterness
To freeze.
And his vibrations dulled
Like the conglomerate of
Hydrogens and oxygens
Closely knit and kissing
Creating crystalline
Crosses and flakes, only
In his
Mournful wake,
Diamonds coalesced,
And he showed me
A sky of grey
And today that is all
That there is