Love Me Not

Let me twist the plot and tell you of the story of the “she loves me not”s she picks the petals only to find Its says “I love you” every time but try as they might the petals cant tell the road to heaven is lined with hell The love is heard rarely shown its swallowed by a shallow need for home remember me remember this remember to remember the bloody knuckled fist that stabs and grabs and jabs at my heart remember to remember how to play the part of a measurment we so oft like to forget but this poem to my regret is not all forget me nots… I told you I would twist this plot the roses are red the violets are blue and all of them shout a huge fuck you the soul sucking, life sucking, lie telling daisies new. I pluck one for luck and count my blessings refusing to see I have all of the best thing s Im going im going im going im gone “hit the road jack” Like that old song. i promise you it wont be long I meddle and peddle and fly all the long And in the mean time I remember this plot of the she loves me she loves me she loves me not.