Prognostication

He loves me,
He loves me not.
Each petal I pray.
I pray for a shot.

A shot that he loves me,
When I know it’s not true,
Because if he loved me,
He wouldn’t be dating you.

Why he dates you at all,
 I’m not so sure.
You treat him like dirt,
Then say you’re just insecure.

I know you’re much prettier,
You live with a flare.
But when he wants something quieter,
I just hope he’ll see me waiting there.

I don’t know why I waste my time,
When he doesn’t know I exist.
I just dream of true love,
Something I’m willing to persist.

I know he doesn’t love me,
It’s just not something I can admit,
So, I pick off another petal,
Hoping it’ll say the opposite.