He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not - written in 2002
I
drew
the
first,
Observing
every
shift
As
it
lingered
to
the
ground.
He
loves
me.
The
second's
doom
descended
with
uneasy
agitation.
He
loves
me
not.
The
third
floated
anxiously
toward
the
earthy
soil.
He
loves
me.
I
grasped
the
fourth
brittle
bud.
It
staggered
to
and
fro
Strangling
all
hope
I
ever
had
inside
of
me,
Forcing
me
to
believe
there
was
a
predestined
tragic
end.
But
many
blooms
remained.
I
drew
each
with
caution
and
hope.
Yet
each
fell,
Weary
of
my
love-binding
superstition.
The
last
petal,
Honest
in
its
fate,
Affectionately
drifted
Until
it
reached
the
terrene
barricade.
My
heart
filled
With
the
longing
for
embrace
That
I
possess.
My
destiny
was
inevitable.
He
Loves
Me.