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The Good Pussy Jan 2015
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Celestite Apr 2019
He loves me, he loves me not
throw flower petals up in the breeze
he loves me, he loves me not
sweet honey trills off your lips with ease
He loves me, he loves me not
even though you say it's true
he loves me, he loves me not
You make it hard to believe you
He loves me, he loves me not
my bruised skin is healed in the places you kissed
He loves me, he loves me not
but you soon strike the skin your fist once missed
He loves me, he loves me not
the soft, delicate hands that used to hold mine
he loves me, he loves me not
now beat instead of intertwine
He loves me, he loves me not
wrinkled petals flutter across the sky
he loves me, he loves me not
as you’re pleading i begin to cry
He loves me, he loves me not
And i was really hoping you’d known
that no matter how much you make up for what was lost
a plucked flower will never grow
he loves me; not.
Jack Nov 2014

“She loves me, she loves me not”

Petal by small white petal I ask
of this delicate bloom I now hold in my hand
Yellow face peering up at me as if it wants to answer
in only a way that will make me happy

“She loves me, she loves me not”

But does it know the answer I seek,
for I do want her to love me, like she loves the flowers,
the ocean and sipping tea by twilight music
filling the tree lined silhouettes with melodies of enchantment

“She loves me, she loves me not”

Two more petals fall to the ground,
creating elongated oval patterns about my feet
like ivory snow flakes flittering in the sun
staring up at me with questions of their own

“She loves me, she loves me not”

Maybe I will whisper my desires,
allowing them to flow on the wind,
absorbed by nature, dispersed upon the beauty
in hopes this earthly decoration might understand

“She loves me, she loves me not”

As nature offers her wonders, she too brings them
In perfectly presented symmetrical fashion
for I see there are only four petals remaining,
the count stays even

“She loves me, she loves me not”

Oh poor flower, shedding petals like tears
do they flood your core as they do my heart
fear not my petite friend, for I stand in a field
of your brothers and sisters

“She loves me, she loves me not”

I shall pick another tender bloom
to follow my quest again,
though unlike nature, I have no rules to follow
and I shall begin this time

*“She loves me not, she loves me”
Reanna Horsley Apr 2014
I will love you no matter how many mistakes I make when trying to reduce fractions, and no matter how difficult it is to memorize the periodic table. I will love you as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and as the dark spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the ankle of a wader and as a corpse loves the beak of a vulture. I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the ***** whale, and the ***** whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I never want to be away from you again, except at work, in the restroom or when one of us is at a movie the other does not want to see.

I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where we once were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this.

I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world.

I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong.

I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday.

Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.

Life will never end when you are in it.”
Lemony Snicket may be considered a children author but he has always been one of my favorites and his words speak deeply to me. If you like this, you would enjoy many, if not all of his books. Hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
SweetCindy Jul 2012
When he looks at me, he stares....he loves me!
Then again maybe he glares...he loves me not.

He smiled! He smiled at me!... He loves me!
Oh wait! It was the girl behind me...he loves me not.

He's approaching - maybe he wants to talk...he loves me!
I guess I was wrong - he continues to walk...he loves me not.

He's having a party and I'm invited!...He loves me!
He calls it off for a more important engagement...he loves me not!

He's talking with his friends and at me they look...He loves me!
They start to laugh they think I'm too hooked...He loves me not.

He stares at me, smiles & then approaches... He loves me!
He talks to me - tells me his friends were his 'coaches'... He loves me!
They told him to no longer hide his secret... He loves me!
He tells me how long it was for him to keep it:  HE LOVES ME!!

© 1992
brokenperfection Oct 2014
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Galbraith Frase Jan 2019
He loves me, he loves me not
A constant phase and a common thought
Spins like a halo occasionally
And it summons me unforgivingly

He loves me, he loves me not
Don’t lose hope, don’t get caught
Losing florets over the flower shop
So obsessed, I couldn’t stop
For I keep plummeting petals
Hands are excessive pedals

He loves me, he loves me not
My feeling’s loaded, my wisdom’s locked
Aid my soul inside the casket,
over the garden,
My harvested heart bleeds red,
Red as garnet

He loves me, he loves me not
Still waiting for a twist to the plot
Maybe tomorrow or maybe not
I can’t remain forever-aiming and then rot

He loves me, he loves me not
It’s getting cold and it gets hot
I can volunteer to squeeze myself until death
Because I’m running out of guesses

He loves me, he loves me not
A rising action and a falling one
What’s done with the rises,
when I am the fallen one?
I faded once but I’m alright
What a fool, to have another try
Here’s to the planets that can be worthwhile
Happy 2019 to everyone! Been there, done's been so long. I hope everyone is having a wonderful day, happy new year to all :)
J May 2016
To the boy who loves me next:
Please understand I am complex,
and **** your cliches,
this is not some Tumblr post.

I am a host for emotions I cannot control at all times
there are some things you should know
before you decide that you love me,

Don't tell me that it's going to be okay when I stop breathing
especially in public.
Please don't go when I push you away, though. I don't mean it.
You need to know that I want you to fight for me when I tell you to leave.

My favorite color is purple and my favorite food is strawberries.
(oh and this weird vietnamese noodle dish I never know the name of)

Sometimes I will test you, and not in the "just checking if you were listening"
test kind of way

But I will see how far I can push you until you want to leave,
please don't.

To the boy who loves me next:
understand that the first boy to love me took a lot when he left.

I'm not picking up the pieces anymore, I don't expect you to.
But I am creating new ones and need someone to be there to hold the box of nails or kiss my finger when I've slammed it with the hammer.

Know that you probably won't do anything wrong,
well you might, you're a guy
so you're probably going to say something I will take as
completely sexist!
you pig!
don't you dare compliment my *****! *******!

wait! that's what boyfriends are for,
I'm sorry, I forgot.
I do that a lot.

To the boy who loves me next:
I'm a feminist.
I probably eat 10 bananas a day.
I love coffee and would rather wear my hair up.
And yes, I ****.

To the boy who loves me next:
my room will not be clean,
messy is as messy does,
and even when I don't do a lot
(which is often, oh boy do I have my days)
I am a slob.

To the boy who loves me next:
Chamomile tea is my favorite smell.
I will probably tell you 45 times a day that I think you're handsome
and mean it every time.

To the boy who loves me next:
I have scars on my arm
please don't mention them
I've put that behind me
somewhere you're allowed but cannot get comfortable

To the boy who loves me next:
I'm going to listen to the same song 150 times in a week because I like it,
and I'm sorry but you will probably have to deal with it.

To the boy who loves me next:
I'm sure you're going to like the song anyway.
I have three cats,
I can't take care of dogs very well.
I'm over emotional.
Baby goats make me cry.

To the boy who loves me next:
I cry,
a lot actually.
Don't take it personally.
You'll understand eventually.

To the boy who loves me next:
I like watching the History Channel but I've been watching Gossip Girl for a month now.
I pace myself because I become
emotionally attached to characters in bad MTV shows
faster than real people.
I want you to think I'm a bookworm but I start more than I finish

To the boy that loves me next:
You won't if you see me without my ADD meds.

If you love me next, know:
I like rough ***.
Pretty rough if I might add but I won't tell you that for a year
because I'm shy
You should also know I'm loud,
I don't mean in bed,
I mean roll the windows down because I talk
and get really excited over trivial things like
fresh fruit in season
and sometimes I ramble on about nothing
and you should be able to handle that

Can you handle that?

To the boy who loves me next:
I am apologetic and scared because I have loved once  
I never thought that high would bring me down to where I am now

To the boy who loves me next:
I'm going  to pretend I'm rough around the edges,
please see past it,
or at least love me long enough to let me explain.
The boy who loved me first knows everything.
And since he's gone,
you're going to have the leftover weight.

To the boy who loves me next:
I promise it will be worth the strength it takes to carry it,
I promise to love you back as much as I think I deserve to be loved at all.

To the boy who loves me next:
do it fully or don't do it at all.
There is a man who loves me
I didn't know him
But still, he loves me

I pushed him away from me
But he's still here and he loves me

I didn't even believe what he's saying
But he encourages me and he loves me

I mocked him and judged him
But he looks at me with love for he does

I didn't listen him and wandered off
But he's still guiding me because he loves me

I didn't talk to him and I ignored him
But he's still waiting for me because he loves me

I lied, I cursed, I got angry, I sinned
Despite all that, he loves me still

I turned my back against him
But he still got my back because he loves me

I'm selfish, hot-tempered, proud and stubborn
But he still cares for me because he loves me

I ignored him, ignored him and ignored him
But he's always there for me because he loves me

So I asked...

Who is this man who loves me?

Who is this man who loves me inspite of and despite?

Who is this man who loves me still?

And I got a reply...

He is the man who died for love

The man who lived to die for you

The man who died for his love for you.

Then he asked me back...

Where else can you get a love like this?

You aren't worthy of his love, but he still gave it to you.

Isn't he worthy enough to be loved back?

Won't you love him back?
Romans 5:8
But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
the first poem that i wrote that made me cry
Isabelle Apr 2016
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
He loves me not..
1»When a woman love you, she will do anything possible to be with you.
2»When a woman loves you, she will sacrifice her happiness to make you smile.
3»When a woman loves you, she will not delay accepting you as a lover, when she haz accepted you,she will show you care and give you attention needed in relationship or marriage.
4»When a woman loves you bro, she will do things that make your friends and you thinks she is throwing herself on you. Bro! She truly lovez you so much, don't take her love for granted.
5»When a woman loves a man, she will call the guy on phone more than the guy calls her everyday.
6»When a woman truly loves a man, she will visit you all the time, calls you, helps you,care and give you attention more than she gives herself and family.
7»When a woman loves a man, she will do what she vows not to do in this life. She will do it for you and for love but women always end up regretting for doing undo things because many men are deceivers and pretenders.
8»When a woman truly loves a man, she will turn down serious men ready to marry her whereby she is not even sure if the guy will marry her in the future. funny_people.
9»When a woman truly loves you, she gonna be romantic, care for you, respect you, encourage and support your dreams in this life, she will do anything possible to assist you achieve it.
10» When a woman truly loves you, she will surely want the best for you, she will not cheat on you or hurt you, she will let everybody know that she loves you, she will be proud of you bro , she will not find it hard to forgive your imperfection but not when you cheated, she will love you sincerely and ready to die because of your love, BRO when she truly loves you,she want nothing but marriage.
Imran Islam Oct 2017
In this world, I love you, you love me
She loves him; he loves her
No one else is a mania for someone
And love has different colors
Truly, we are all mad here.

Mommy loves baby; babe loves mama
Babe loves mom hugs; Ma loves too much
Parents' love is unconditional to children
The child prefers the mom over the dad!
Truly, we are all mad here.

Wife loves hubby; husband loves the wife
They love to enjoy each other's company,
A couple makes a happy family with love
They break up when they're not in love
Truly, we are all mad here.

The water love waves, the waves love the shore
The ocean loves the beach; the beach loves them
Because they’re all making an ocean
People enjoy them in different ways
Truly, we are all mad here.

The night loves the moon; the moon loves light
The moonbeams love falling down to the earth
Everyone loves to enjoy the silver moon
But no one loves the darkness of the night
Truly, we are all mad here.

The morning loves the new day for the world
The new day loves to get fresh with everyone
The world enjoys the shine of the morning
But someone forgets The Creator of the love
Truly, we are all mad here.
Hinata May 2014
jack loves people,
he participated in the most successful of chapels.
jack loves a crowd,
he was always happy and seems to float on a cloud.
jack loves the population,
he always loved them and was interested in their associations.
jack loves the world,
he loved every man, woman, boy, and girl.
jack loves everyone,
especially the tasty ones.
jack loves the look on their faces,
he loved the way they pray for forgiveness for their disgraces.
jack loves their blood,
he always giggled as they tried to crawl away in the mud.
jack loves their eyes,
he always laughed at their obvious fright.
jack loves their screams,
he always loved hearing them in his dreams.
jack loves the muscles,
he would sing as he severed the body parts of a couple.
jack loves the rings on their fingers,
he would always keep those fingers together.
jack loves the way they taste,
the blood and meat always made his heart race.
jack loves people, that fact forever remains true,
now the question is, do you love people too?
thought i take a break from romance a bit, experiment with stuff, you can tell its kinda hard due to the mention of couples, anyways, please tell me what you guys think, i hope you enjoy ^^
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
I'm not a good man. I promise.
I'm a guy who ****** himself out and usually wears some sort of mask to keep people from getting too close.
I've hurt everyone I've had love for. Family. Friends. The only two women I've ever loved. I'm not a good person.
Yet, in my brokenness, God sees me like a jigsaw puzzle.
God still loves me the same, and His mercies are new everyday. And because of His great, lavishing, ravishing, grace, I love you all.

Maybe you're someone in love with a man in a commitment, and you're having an affair.
And you don't know how to feel about it.
And your family hates you
Well, God loves you, and I love you.

Or perhaps you're a girl who has lost her only friends
And you've cut for the twentieth time, today.
God loves you, and I love you.

You're the woman struggling to keep a twelve year relationship alive, with six kids to care for and you're haunted by the past, and the fear he won't forgive you.
God loves you, and I love you

You're out with your friends and you're shooting ****** and taking crystal ****. You hate your father, and you're suicidal.
God loves you, and I love you.

You're a gifted poet who's struggled with ****** addiction to the point you have a church fan handy at all times.
And you've lost that one dear person.
God loves you, and I love you.

You're a woman still in love with a man who hurt you so badly from across the country, you've never even met.
And you struggle through your depression everyday.
God loves you, and I love you.

You're a poet who struggles with the demons in your head and the illness in your mind. Broken by the loss of friends and the hurt in your heart.
Cutie, God loves you, and I love you

Or you're a woman still in love with a lost person, and the only way you can still have hope is to write poems on here.
God loves you, and I love you

Maybe you're the overweight, socially awkward girl that your father is disappointed in. And you've been hurt by every boyfriend you've ever had and now you don't trust or get too close.
God loves you, and I love you.

You're trying day by day not to cut and scar yourself.
Remembering the promise that you made and hating that you made it.
God loves you, and I love you

You're the girl with that huge list of problems.
You have that terrible foster family, and you've spent 15 months in therapy.
God loves you, and I love you.

Or you're this amazingly bubbly teen
That really, I've never seen you sad
And you want to see the world
God love you, and I love you.

Or you're the girl with no arms.
Who doesn't know what it's like to hold a hand.
Or pet an animal. Or know your mother.
God loves you, and I love you.

You're the man who fought in the opening moves of Iraq.
You faced the horrors of war. And you lost your wife in '07.
God loves you, and I love you

You're the *** addict all alone.
Your boyfriend never really cared for you.
You're tired of fighting life, and you hope the cancer takes you out.
God loves you, and I love you.

And maybe you're the unknown person.
Forgotten by everyone.
You're a nobody. You're alone.
And you find this:
God loves you, and I love you.

Zephaniah 3:17New International Version (NIV)

17 The Lord your God is with you,
the Mighty Warrior who saves.
He will take great delight in you;
in his love he will no longer rebuke you,
but will rejoice over you with singing.”
This was my 200th poem written 14 February 2016
Ah my, old loves, new loves,
Old loves born anew.
First loves, last loves
loves you gave yourself to
Empty loves, whole loves
Loves not quite complete
Tragic loves, daring loves
Ah you sweep me off my feet
My loves, my love
The only one I've known
True love, brief love
**My love you are my home
Recently got into contact with someone I haven't spoken to in a while. Turns out I miss him.
Climactic Poet Jan 2018
Here I am again
In a cycle of guessing game
"He loves me. He loves me not" I say
as I rip a flower apart
petal by petal
until it is no more.

I do this
not because I want to
but because I can.

It's the closest thing I have
to an answer.
I ask a flower
every now and then.
I pray for answers
but no one ever responds.

He loves me. He loves me not.
Over and over
like a religious mantra
like an entrancing spell
like a prayer
like a song
like a sonata in a silent night

I reach the last few petals.
My words slur.
My breath wastes away.
I close my eyes.
And then
Slowly, I yank the petals one by one.

"He loves me."
"He loves me not."
"He loves me."
"He loves me not."
"He loves me."
I smile.

But I realized,
There is one last petal left hanging,
almost wilted.
I know what it means.

"He loves me not."
I bow my head
as if to say a prayer

I close my eyes.
I breathe
I smell what's left of the flower

A fragile stem
Weak leaves
Hard thorns.

I let go.
To D.
Alex John Peace Jun 2017
Love is pain left out in the rain,
with nothing to gain but teardrop stains,
being haunted by a memory as I think back,
the things we used to do and how we used to act with love trust and passion.
Because a pride never kept things inside,
they were always discussed between us,
never argued about,
and I never gave any dues for you to figure it out.

How I miss being blessed with your sweet finesse,
as we kiss and twist and caress on the mattress.
Sweet body heat, your heartbeat.
I'll grip your hips and both our lips will meet so neat,
staring up at the moonlight with someone to hold tight.
Given a chance for romance, until the sunlight brightens the sky,
it reflects in your eye.
But now the reflection is gone and I cry out she loves me, she loves me not, she loves me.
She loves me looking at your picture as it sits on the table,
as I put on my cable I wish I was able to touch, but it's a shame you had to go.

So I watch the hands on the clock go real slow,
gone with the wind is love a sin?
If it is then God, bring it back again.
Not a girl that you rate as a fine blind date,
I need a love mate,
so I open the window to feel the wind blow,
try to figure out how a love can end so fast,
and just pass and not even last.

first grow like grass then shatter like glass,
now I stare at the walls, clock five paracetamol,
turn off my phone to avoid any calls.
As I sit and crave for the love she gave,
but when I wake up,
I'm the same *** slave saying; she loves me, she loves me not, she loves me.
She loves me when I lost a good friend, dreams seem to end.

Cause a broken heart and me don't blend,
you move to quick you become seasick.
So I race in space and try to replace the pretty face,
but it's a waste,
this chase is a kiddy case.

Now I whisper how much I miss her,
my lips should have blistered the way I kissed her.
So soft and slow,
laid back and relaxed,
and when I move the groove is as smooth as a sax.
She kissed me low then proceeded up,
bed sheets heated up,the pace is speeded up.
Slowly but surely we reach our destiny,
She got the best of me and  left the rest of me.

All I got is total confusion,
she disappeared and it's not an illusion.
My life bitter, the memories glitter,
my heart's deflated, doctors can't rate it,
I don't know how the hell I made it.
So farewell sweetheart wherever you are,
I'll just look at the stars and say; she loves me, she loves me not....
Fucking tired Aug 2017
I'm useless
I'm ugly
But he still loves me.

I hurt him
Because of my own insecurities
But he still loves me.

I'm fat
Have many flaws
But he still loves me.

I'm broken
Been hurt a lot
But he still loves me.

I'm tired
Of pretty much everything
But he still loves me.

I've given up
On many things
But he won't give up on me

He still loves me

When I say
Stupid things
He still loves me

When I act a fool
He still loves me

When I'm being a dork
He still loves me

When I cry
For small things
He still loves me

When I sing
Way off key
He still tells me
It's beautiful

He still loves me

He still loves me

And I will always love him.
For him
Nameless Dec 2013
He loves me.
The single yellow petal falls like I fell for you.

He loves me not.
Another drops to the ground like my heart did when you forgot to call.

He loves me.
The softness of the flower reminds me of your kiss that night under the stars.

He loves me not.
The inaudible sound of the section being ripped from it’s origin almost sounds like my heart did when I realized you deserved more.

He loves me.
The easiness of pulling the petal resembles how easy it was to fall in love with you.

He loves me not.
The small scar in the top corner of the delicate foliole disenchants the image like the ones on my wrist did to the way you looked at me.

He loves me.
I grab on to this last petal like I grabbed on to that last, “I love you.”

He loves me not.
This tattered, empty skeleton of something once breathtaking will never truly be able to convey the hollowness of my being when I lost you.

He loves me not.
Samber Mar 2013
who loves me. He loves me in the morning when I am still shaking sleep off my exhausted body. He loves me as I tip toe to the bathroom to wash the night from my skin. He loves me as toothpaste falls onto my shirt and I continue with an uncaring agenda. He loves me as I toss clothes across the room attempting to look decent for no one other than myself. He loves me as I toss on running shorts and a shirt with gym shoes just because I might at some point decide to go to the gym. He loves me when I change the song 100 times while were on our way to the craft store. He loves me as I drag him through aisles of baked goods because I think I can make a hobby of this. He loves me as I spend money I don't have on things I don't need. He loves me at the end of that day when we are eating the messiest foods and I act like a child making a mess. He loves me while were in the shower. I know this because he washes my hair and doesn't mind me spilling exhaustion over to him. He loves me as I poor myself into the bed far too early and he has to tickle my back as I slip into sleep. He loves me for these things and I love him for these things.
James M Vines Mar 2017
God loves his children, yes he loves them all. God loves his children, he loves the big ans small. He loves his children, each and everyday. God loves his children in many different ways. He loves them with the sunshine and he loves them with the rain. He loves them with the cool breezes. He loves them with quiet nights. He loves them with his mercy, when they do which is right. He is a loving father, that is an absolute fact. The problem that we often have,is that we refuse to love him back.
River Feb 2019
Typical love story. A flower determines it all. Oh he loves me, he loves me not. A flower with the power, to change it for good.

She picked up a beautiful flower, 5 petals in total, ready to play "he loves me he loves me not".

Petal one: he loves me.
His smile says it all
His look in his eyes
To the way he says her name
He loves me

Petal two: He loves me not
We may be together
But will it last
He loves me not

Petal three: He loves me
My hopes are up
Oh how well we get along
Maybe it's meant to be
He loves me

Petal four: He loves me not
What if he gets bored
What if he already is
What if this wasn't meant
He loves me not

Petal five: He loves me!
Oh this is it
The petal says it all
Is it really true
He loves me after all
HTR Stevens Aug 2022
On a hill far away from the city
In a beautiful distant galaxy,
Live a boy and a girl so happily...
Daddy he loves Mummy
Mummy she loves Daddy
Daddy he loves Mummy
Mummy she loves Daddy.
Where the stars like glitter forever shine,
Where the rivers bubble with rose red wine,
While on sweet apples and oysters they dine,
Daddy he loves Mummy
Mummy she loves Daddy
Daddy he loves Mummy
Mummy she loves Daddy.
Where the weather will always be just fine,
High among the stars, floating on cloud nine,
Whispering to each other "You are mine"...
Daddy he loves Mummy
Mummy she loves Daddy
Daddy he loves Mummy
Mummy she loves Daddy.
As if written by children
Rebel Heart Jan 2018
Everything you see is art

He loves me

The way you focus your camera
And get that gleam in your eye
Right before capturing a moment
Before it slips away

He loves me not

The way you focus on me
And get that sparkle in your eye
Right before capturing my lips with yours
Before our moment slips away

He loves me

Everything you touch is art

He loves me not

The way your fingers glide across
The guitar strings
As you breathe melody into the world

He loves me

The way your fingers glide across
My bare skin
As you breathe fire into my bones

He loves me not

Everything about you is art

He loves me

But nothing about me is

He loves me not

Me, the empty canvas

He loves me

You, my only form of art

He loves me not

One intoxicating touch

He loves me

My broken heart

*He loves me not
Alas, art is something found within you not given to you by someone else. And that day I lost my heart to you, I found that art within myself

(Hello again loves, this particular piece dates back to 2010 but I found it to be very interesting. I don't think I still understand all of it but leave your thoughts, comments, etc below and happy writing! ~BM)

(Front Page 1/9/2018)
When I was a little girl I use to sit outside,

Picking flowers for every crush I had,

"He loves me, he loves me not, He loves me"

And as I carefully picked that last petal,

Agreeing with the words I had just spoken,

Well I’ve that is when the **** seems to get bad.

When you open your legs like the last flower to bloom,

He always allows that spacious winter to come through,

As soon as he get’s his reward just like a dog he is done,

And he throws you away like a **** baby in the trash,

But aren’t babies suppose to be life’s happiness?

He acts like he has taken the time to explore you,

As if he took the time to feel the way of your curves,

To observe your insecure face with out the makeup,

To see how you blush when he is in your presence,

How dare he act as though he has grown tired of you,

As if he really did pick at the petals of your soul,

The way you once picked all those flowers as a child,

"He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not"

For he has not taken the time and does not love you,

He loves feeling on those curves of yours though,

The way he loves to drive that fast car accelerating,

But it’s not love and it’s just him having lust and thrill,

But lust is never it is never enough to keep him around,

The way he upgrades his car every time it hits too many miles,

He will too decide to trade you in as if he can return you,

Get rid of all the feelings he has made you falsely feel,

But remember he never truly gave you his heart,

He acts like you are as disposable as paper,

But maybe you’re just like the **** paper,

So strong  and independent once you were an oak,

But you allowed a man to knock you down,

Allowing him to turn you in to that paper,

With all this meaningless **** written on you,

You’ll be thrown away and forgotten about.
Xander Duncan May 2014
I'd never cared for flowers
Symbols of affection that wilt
And forget memories
And fall apart in kitchens and bedrooms and strew their pieces on the floors
Dried and broken after only days of being lovely
Flowers with their alternating patterns of
Unreliable determinations
Claiming every other petal as an opposite declaration
Of a determination
Of love
And I never liked removing thorns from roses
Because they added something truthful and

But when you gave me flowers
I held them to my heart and let my eyes dance across the kaleidoscope that they created in a glass vase
I let them live for longer than they did
Because they were still pretty even when no one else seemed to think so
And when they hang dried on a wall
Still colorful but slightly brittle
Maybe they'll stay like that if I just don't touch them
When you gave me flowers
I plucked off every other petal
Into a bouquet of He-Loves-Me
Because for once there was no doubt
For once I believed the sentiment in the flowers and the words from your lips as you handed them over
The lack of nots in the petals
Pulling apart the knots in my stomach
He loves me
He loves me
Truer than the dirt that holds
Wilting symbols of affection
Sweeter than the honey
Of their pollinators
He loves me
He loves me
A garden of something new and beautiful
Perennial and built on symbolism after all

Until you let me know that dead flowers were just dead flowers
That they were past their worth
And metaphors aren't worth the dirt they were grown in
That perennials can't return
When you've salted the soil
And brittle flowers on the wall should always be removed
But I always lived in metaphors anyway
And I had a new appreciation for flowers that I didn't want to lose
I was no longer a rose
But a thorn
I always thought smooth stems were so boring
Not to mention dishonest
But I didn't want to make you bleed
So painfully I dug an olive branch from my rib cage
Then realizing that a ****** token may not be so well received
I decorated it with a bouquet of blue Forget-Me-Nots
But you plucked off every other petal
And handed back an array of He-Loves-Me-Nots
He loves me not
And there was no doubt in the sentiment
The sentience of metaphors dying all around me
When all I know is metaphors
And flowers were never just flowers
And words were never just words
But both are found on gravestones and poems and apologies
And parallels have fallen into nice and even spacing
Reducing flowers to clichés
Of alternating promises
Of He loves me and
He loves me not
Of broken promises
He loves me
Melissa E Pike May 2014
She loves me
She loves me not

You are the sunflower basking in the light
Whistling in the wind
Rising each day

She loves me
She loves me not

How could you pick the petals off of something so beautiful?
Unearth a living thing from the ground and slowly torture it with each pluck

She loves me
She loves me not

She loves me!
Like the sunflower loves the big sun even after it has been dug up
Even after its color has been thrown to the ground with each-
She loves me, she loves me not

You are my sunflower
I’m sorry I pick on you
cassie marie Oct 2017
He loves me
How caring I am for him
He loves me not
How I'm addicted to his lips
He loves me
How I don't separate him and his friends
He loves me not
I'm not as hot as his ex
He loves me
Because I am not his ex
He loves me not
The way I get angry when he does something dumb
He loves me
Because I'm truly down for him
Jesus I have no clue what this is about but ya know I'm gonna roll wit it
David Nelson Jul 2010
She Loves me, She Loves me not

Well another chapter has come and gone,
once again ,I have been sent packing
if I were a chess piece, I'd certainly be the pawn,
how many times, too many for tracking

she says  in fact that, she still loves me,
but too many factors have told me no  
disappearing acts into uncertainty
questionable comments, make doubts grow

so many thoughts, leave a heart that is heavy
guess it was just never meant to be
left my dreams in a heap at the levee
my broken twisted soul buried at sea

waves of pain no longer linger
been here to often, and now I am numb
whisked away with a  snap of her fingers
need a ride now, so I stick out my thumb

maybe you, will be the one to take me in
comfort my heart, with your understanding
need a distraction, to make my head spin
need a new melody to make my soul sing

she loves me yes, she loves me not
how can one know, when true love is found
do words of passion really mean a lot
when now I listen, and there is no sound

her birthday is near, and tears fill my eyes
I so wanted to show her, how much I cared
now the present of my love, will need a disguise
she loves me not, empty heart and soul paired  

Gomer LePoet...

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