I keep earnestly asking the flowers…
desperately,                                
ripping away,
                           each petal,
saying the magic words
Again.
and
Again.
eventually receiving the outcome
that I long for,
waiting for something,
                                     anything.
to change.
believing that everything will happen
(just as the flowers have said)
knowing.                              
that
                         no matter
how hard
               I try.
Always in the back of my mind,
the unescapable ,
Truth.
HE LOVES ME NOT.
and so,
I keep earnestly asking the flowers.