He Loves Me Not, He Loves Me
an inverse poem on the classic rhyme of our childhood crushes
He loves me
Smiling as I pull a petal off the daisy’s flower
My heart skips a beat as I think of you
He loves me not
He loves me
Oh, what joy will come my way!
…
Wait, I begin to count the petals I have left
…
Oh, what heartbreak will come my way!
He loves me not
He loves me
My heart sinks in my chest as I long for you
Crying as I pull a petal off the daisy’s flower
He loves me not
About the Creator
Rae Fairchild (MRB)
I love to write; putting pen to paper fills my heart and calms my soul!
Rae Fairchild is my pen name. (Because why not? Pseudonyms are cool!)
I do publish elsewhere under my real name, Mary Rae Butler. (Fairchild, an old family surname.)
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Brilliantly written!!! Love it!!!💕♥️♥️