My inner child
is constantly trying
out the way your name
tastes on her lips
and she draws nothing but
your name in the sand
and she picks off the
petals of dozens of flowers,
reciting "he loves me,
he loves me not."

But just like a child would be,
she's terrified of losing you,
so she stops saying,
even thinking,
your name
and she washes away any
reminders of you from the sand
and on the last petal
she always says
(with hope in her voice)  
"he loves me"
even though she doesn't believe
someone like you could
ever love somebody
like me.