What the flowers told me
You loved me
not
and I,
a stranger to self love,
couldn't recognize the difference
between boredom and genuine interest
You loved me not
and I,
too wrapped up in my love for you
refused to see the signs
of a lover resigned
You loved me not and
I began to understand
that you were not mine
and that you can never own a person
You loved me not and I know
tha we must go our separate ways
I bruised your wings and clipped mine
What we had must return to the skies
This poem is about:
Me