I spent the last hour plucking the
petals off of this flower,
wondering if he loves me or not.

He loves me.
I can tell by the way that he cares for me;
whenever we talk & he asks me how my day was,
each time he tells me to take good care
of myself and to eat my meals on time.
He loves me not.
He shouldn’t have let me go to sleep
thinking I’m unwanted.
He shouldn’t have let me stay up all night
wondering if he miss me the way I miss him.
He loves me.
‘Cause he’s always been there
for me since day one,
because he never lets me down.
I know he does,
maybe he’s just afraid to admit it.
He loves me not.
Because no matter what I do,
he’ll never see me in a different light.
He will not be able to give me the kind
of love that I want and deserve.

He loves me,
but only as a friend.