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He loves me not

He loves me not

He loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me, he loves me knot.

Captive to his approval, my desire to appease him and make him happy gets tangled with my emotions and insecurities.

He loves me, he loves me knot.
He loves me, he loves me knot.
He loves me, HE LOVES ME NOT!

No longer am I tongue twisted, for I know he loves my desperation, I cannot pretend to be happy, when it’s clear his intentions.

He loves me knot, he’s never loved me.
He loves me not, sooner I should’ve discovered.
He loves me not, I must move on!

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sparrowsong

Hello Revived...

I've yet to meet someone who used to say like me...

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Asking a flower what could be more silly?

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One petal left...

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Mute?

Great write!

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