He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
I pick a daisy watching you
play basketball out in the park
you push your dirty-blond hair
away from your face
smiling and waving towards me
I look up from the flower
wave back with a grin
and begin to pluck off
the pale white petals
He loves me....
But then I see you
with my ex-best friend
laughing with her
not me.
You sit with her for a while
And she shoots me a smug smirk
I look away and across the court
I sigh softly and continue to yank off
more petals
He loves me not...
I keep the flower until halftime
when you run to me and smile
asking if I like watching the game
so far
with that adorable impish grin
and then you hug me
and run back onto the court with a laugh
your blue eyes shining, brownish-blond hair
flying in all directions
And I sit in shock
for a moment
And I gently pull off
another petal
He loves me...
But you still sit next to her
when you're not on the court
And I want to cry for a moment
and I look away as she leans into you
about to kiss you
And I stand up to leave
to run away from you and her
But I hear you yell angrily at her
something about you already having a girlfriend
which means I have no chance
no chance at all
I drop the daisy into the grass
but not before ripping off another petal
He loves me not...
but you run towards me as I turn to go
and you say,
Are you ok?
I sigh sadly and reply,
Isn't your girlfriend waiting?
He laughs, the soft, throaty laugh that I love so much.
You're my girlfriend!
And I blush and mumble something unintelligible under my breath
you pick up the flower hand it to me
and I pull off the last petal.
He loves me.
Copyright © Marie Viloria | Year Posted 2011
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