He loves me, he loves me not…
The childish
litany
Running through my mind
Does it really matter?
He loves me, he loves me not …
Why do I
torture myself?
He
says he loves me
Surely that is enough?
He loves me, he loves me not…
Why can't I take it at
face value?
Why must I go looking
For a
sickness at the centre?
He loves me, he loves me not…
I know, if I pick at it enough,
I will
justify my fears
And
loves me will become
not