Petals

A girl is picking at a flower "he loves me, he loves me not..." Each petal telling a story. The flower only has five petals though.

 

He loves me,
One night by the lake,
His arms encircled me,
Trapping me to his body,
Wrapping me in his heat,
Wrapping me in passion,
Our feet buried in the soothing sand,
A cool breeze fluttering toward us,
Ruffling our hair,
Brushing along our skin,
The moon and stars hovered above us,
Showering us in their light,
Illuminating his face.
Our chests rose in perfect synchronization,
Our hearts beat as one,
His skin rubbed against mine,
His lips pressed against my hair,
“I love you” he whispered,
Breath in my ear,
Gently slipping over my skin,
Sending shivers down my spine,
“I know” I whisper back.

He loves me not,
One night he was drunk,
On a couch with a girl,
A girl who was not me,
His lips touching skin,
That was not mine,
I grabbed the nearest guy,
Brought my lips to his,
No shivers went down my spine,
No flutters in my stomach.
The meaningless guy was torn from my lips,
As my love brought his fist to his face,
Once,
Twice,
Three times,
He looked at me with pain behind his eyes,
As the meaningless guy crumpled to the floor,
“I’m sorry” he whispered,
Making me feel guilty,
Yet melting my heart,
I opened my arms,
Sweeping him into my embrace,
“I know” I whisper back.

He loves me,
One night on my window,
There was a slight pattering,
A pinking on the glass,
Sound vibrating to my bones,
I opened the blinds,
Bathing my room in moonlight,
He stood upon the black grass,
Pebbles hidden within his hand,
Looking up at me with those eyes,
Those eyes that said everything,
In a single glance,
I crept through the house,
Out to the night,
Out to the stars,
Out to him.
He pulled me to his chest,
My ear against his beating heart,
His lips skimmed along the skin on my neck,
Back and forth,
Side to side,
His hands clutching me to him,
Afraid I might shatter,
Afraid I might vanish,
“I miss you” he whispered,
Into my skin,
Into my heart,
Into my soul,
“I know” I whisper back.

He loves me not,
One night I realized,
The power of words,
We had a fight,
A stupid fight,
A meaningless fight,
About nothing,
Yet everything,
For days we didn’t talk,
Our eyes never met,
We acted like children,
Leaving the room,
As the other entered,
I missed the way his smell,
Mixed with mine in the crisp air,
And lingered upon my skin,
I missed the way his eyes,
Bore deep into my soul,
I missed the way he could say anything,
And everything,
Without a single sound,
A single whisper,
Leaving his perfect lips,
But most of all I just missed,
Him.
I entered a room,
That he didn’t leave,
He met my gaze,
But I couldn’t meet his,
He was in front of me,
But I all I saw were his shoes,
His scent filling the air all around me,
His fingers lightly touched my chin,
Bringing my face up to his,
His eyes searching my face,
Begging me to understand,
He brought his lips down to mine,
Gentle,
Every emotion flooding through me,
By such a simple touch,
Willing me to understand,
Our lips parted,
Just far enough,
“I know” I whisper back.

He loves me,
One night I entered my bedroom,
To find a garden of roses,
White,
Covering every surface,
Petals dusting the floor,
Petals upon my pillow,
Petals between the pages fairytales,
At the happily ever afters,
Pillars of wax rose from the bundles,
A way to guide me,
Each one lit,
Each one burning,
Just Because,
Was all the note said.
He stepped in behind me,
Close enough to feel his warmth slide over me,
In a butterfly’s kiss,
He trailed a single rose,
White,
Silk caressing my skin,
He brought the rose to his mouth,
In a single kiss,
He let it float to the floor,
He stepped closer,
Wrapped his arms around me,
Gathered me to his body,
Cradled me,
“I never want to let you go” he whispered,
His grip tightening,
Letting me lean back against him,
Letting me feel safe,
Letting me know he will always be there to catch me,
No matter how many times I fall,
“I know” I whisper back

Author's Note

Let me know what you think.

Reviews

[Faith]

i absolutley loved it, the repetition of "i know" was great : )
amazing job, keep on.

-Faith♥

[Katchzen]

I'll be (relatively) honest with you. I like the first stanza, but after that...not so much. It makes me think too much of high school or middle school and people so young they think they understand everything already.

But don't mind me. I'm just a cynic.

I do like the way you wrote this, though, with the "He loves me, he loves me not" thing starting off each stanza, and the repeated ending line. (My thoughts on your subject matter have nothing to do with how well you wrote this, just so you understand that.)