i fell in love with the boy that used to steal flowers out of his neighbors garden for me. he didn't have the money to go out and buy them from a florist at the time but he promised to plant me a garden of my own whenever he could afford to. as the years passed, he forgot about his promise. instead, he'd buy magnums instead of magnolias and i ignored the smell of alcohol that seemed to taint his breath more often than not. one night, he left purple marks on my arms from holding me too tight and indents of his nails on my cheeks from grabbing my face when I tried to turn away from his wrath. he used to call me beautiful when we first met. he'd leave notes in the corners of my books and call me his baby when he thought i was sleeping. now, he calls me only by my first name and only says "i love you too" out of habit. when the boy that i fell in love with turned into a man that i was unfamiliar with, i chose to walk away. i used to pick the petals off of roses: "he loves me, he loves me not..." and most often, he loved me not.
"He Loved Me Not"