As the pile continues to
and you continue to
over what the last petal will
you steadily grow
because there are only a few
As you're lips have just whispered the words,
"She loves me not,"
you almost count the remaining petals
and then you decide
you should stop plucking the petals...
because you realize that the fates might decide that
But you don't stop,
instead, you continue to
tear off the last petals-
each fallen petal represents a piece of your
You take a deep breath and
not wanting to see how many petals are left.
Then your broken heart breaks one last time
as you drop the bare flower stem
and whisper the words,
"She loves me not."