Daisies

I used to pick daisies  
pluck them from the green
take them fresh and alive
and tear their beauty apart
 
She loves me?
 
I used to pull the petals free
throw them into the wind
watch them float away
taking their truth with them
 
She loves me not
 
I used to sit and watch her
walking past as I sat waiting
the sunlight glinting off her hair
the warm wind stirring her dress
 
I love her
 
I used to imagine what I would say
If I could ever gather
the courage to speak
but she was beyond me
 
She loves me not
 
I used to talk to her
go for coffee and a chat
go for lunch in the sun
or a long walk on the beach
 
She loves me?
 
I used to love her  
so near yet from afar
sharing laughter
sharing tears
 
She loves me not
 
The daisies always knew
Always told their tale true
I no longer seek their advice
It was always the same
 
I love her
 
I'd pull the petals
and throw them to the wind
each petal a hope
a bleeding piece of my heart
 
She loves me not
 
Tearing myself apart with the daisies
as each she came and went
as each smile turned to pity
as each love left
 
She loves me not
 
No matter what I did  
how I shredded the flowers
How I asked the question
her words and theirs echoed
 
She loves me not