Flower Petal Love

Written on Valentine's Day 2007

He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me
He loves me…what am I doing here
Have I stooped so low as to let a bunch of flower petals
Determine whether the person I care about shares the same sentiments
If he told me he loved me am I obligated to believe him
Am I suppose to love him back
For years I have allowed those words, those 3 little words erase all the hurt
I allowed those 3 words to brainwash me into being with a man who abuses my
Mind, body and soul
I Love You does not mean I’m Sorry
So why am I still here
No not “Why am I still here plucking flower petals?”, but “Why am I still here,
Here with him?”
I ask myself that every time…every time he calls me “his girl” in any context but endearing
And every time I tell myself
“He does love me”
Even though he’s not sorry
“I love him”
Even though he will never be sorry