Just a poem I wrote in study hall one day.

He loves me,
He loves me not.
He loves me,
He loves me not.

I could go and pick off every single petal,
Of every single flower,
And he would still love me not.

Petal One:
You love him,
He loves you.
The feelings are fresh and new.

Petal Two:
The words slip out of your mouth.
Things get awkward.
He doesn't look at you.
He keeps his distance.

Petal Three:
You make up,
Talk things through.
You love him,
He loves you.

Petal Four:
It doesn't work out.
Your love is no more.
You love him,
He loves you not.