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Rose petals submerged
In a consistently flowing ocean of tears,
Rocking the sea’s traffic.
Gentle enough to bring forth subconscious doubts and fears. 

She loves me.
She loves me not.
She wants me.
She wants me not.

My beauty, if you’re not too love sick to answer,
“who would have thought?”
Since the first hello, first glance, first hug, first kiss
Feelings for you would spill from my heart, 
imprinting themselves on the walls of my mind.
This colorful dye, dispute its beauty, serves as the acid
Eating away at me, playing the reasons why my soul ache,
Being the reason why I consult with love through flowers.

I must admit, from the first hello we seemed ever so realistic
Yet, the deeper I drowned in stems and petals,
Being materialistic only seemed right, when in search of what love is made of.
I am the rose, my heart are the petals,
Now, I understand. I stand emotionally torn apart for a greater love. 

The first hello fulfilled all my needs.
Now this greed presents an urge to die,
Because you neither stand with my yeses nor the petals saying no,
But with obvious feelings emerging on the table
It isn’t healthy for all this food to lay.
You refuse to tell me that you love me
So at least tell me goodbye