those petals to shed
the tears to pluck from the heart
he loves me... he loves me not
he is the shadow to abandon
to what was
to relinquish to the flames
of all consuming time
he is the promise broken
the potential unreached
he is the discarded shell
so soon grown out of
he holds the thoughts
that once were truths
and the ideas whose
brilliant blooms have
now faded gray
he is those petals to shed
the tears to pluck from my heart
I love him... I love him not
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