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

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