#helovesmenot
I picked a flower
Then ripped its petals
He loves me,
He loves me not,
He loves me,
He loves me not
I picked 2 flowers
Then ripped its petals
He loves me,
He loves me not,
He loves me,
He loves me not
I picked 3 flowers
Then ripped its petals
He loves me,
He loves me not,
He loves me,
He loves me not
I thought of buying a bouquet
And try again
He loves me,
He loves me not
Only to realize
That it was too much
To waste beautiful flowers
For an ugly love like ours
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 9:17 PM UTC
In this life time he loves me
And Icarus never laid eyes upon Apollo’s grace.
In this life time he loves me
And Persephone eats from the pomegranate with a steady hand.
In this life time he loves me
And Achilles holds Patroclus without the knowledge of loss.
In this life time he loves me not
And I ache for gods who do not ache for me.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
In the golden hour,
we held hands through the grass as we roamed through the fields of flowers.
We blew dandelions and chased their tails,
hearing the birds sing and share their tales.
I remember
I plucked pretty yellows clovers,
and placed them under your chin.
I checked the data and analysed,
to see if you liked butter
in your sandwiches.
And of course
the results are in.
- You did.
Do you know how many little buds we wasted before they were in their full bloom?
Pulling off each petal,
to reveal the stem,
alone in the gloom.
One-by-one,
one afternoon,
as the petals fell,
we asked the fairies too,
if the boys we liked
loved us or not.
And we didn’t like the answer
we’d tell them to go and rot.
We were too young to have any clue.
Pulling flowers seemed like such an innocent thing to do.
But don’t you miss those days?
When we would
make those dainty
little daisy chains.
This now seems like a distant memory.
But we’ll forever be known as
The Meadow Queens,
dancing in the fields,
before the stars would come out
and lull us to sleep.
What a sweet
Lavender Dream.
Jan 18, 2025
Jan 18, 2025 at 1:14 PM UTC