Mon Ami

Tearing daisy petals off
"He loves me not, he loves me not"
You don't need oracles to know
"He loves me not, he'd watch me rot
He doesn't write, we never talk so…"
Stacking littered stems and grieving
Muttered mantra, just one thought;
One more than he has for you:
"He loves me not, he loves me not"