He Loves Me

He loves me.
He loves me not.
A bright trail
leading out of the woods as
each petal floats down
soft as a kiss.
He loves me.
Euphoria.
He loves me not.
Depression.
Trail of petals
looking like a
trail of blood
dripping from my
broken heart.
Wounded bird
feebly fluttering
shot by Eros' arrows.
One petal left.
Give the flower to
the boy in my dreams.
"It seems I don't have much of a choice" he says
smiling.