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He loves me not,
So why do I bother picking flowers?
Why do I bother to hope?
I want not to need him,
But I need to not be away from him for long.
What is the point of this dependence?
He loves me,
He loves me not.
I know he hardly notices me.
I want him to,
Yet I have no courage to speak to him.
I simply stand near him in awkward silence,
Trying not to make my feelings obvious.
He loves me,
He loves me not.
I'm only killing the garden.
Nothing really comes from this.
I know that.
Yet I pick anyway.
Maybe I could gain courage,
Maybe I could talk to him,
But how?
He loves me not.
So why do I bother picking flowers?
Why do I bother to hope?
I want not to need him,
But I need to not be away from him for long.
What is the point of this dependence?
He loves me,
He loves me not.
I know he hardly notices me.
I want him to,
Yet I have no courage to speak to him.
I simply stand near him in awkward silence,
Trying not to make my feelings obvious.
He loves me,
He loves me not.
I'm only killing the garden.
Nothing really comes from this.
I know that.
Yet I pick anyway.
Maybe I could gain courage,
Maybe I could talk to him,
But how?
He loves me not.
I wrote this after school one day out of boredom. It's not even based off my life. I just wrote it. I wanted to see if anyone liked my poetry, and if people do I'll submit more. Some inspiration for this came from me thinking about 
, and stuff last year. And Harrison, and how idiotically obsessed with him I was last year. I can't even believe I liked him now. Anyway, that's it.
, and stuff last year. And Harrison, and how idiotically obsessed with him I was last year. I can't even believe I liked him now. Anyway, that's it. © 2009 - 2024 Lilytooth-Star
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gr8!!