She Loves Me Not

The woman I love

Loves me not

For when we were together

All we did was fought

She was the kindest lover

And saw me as I truly am

I thought she was my forever

But I treated her like she was nothing

Now I mourn her loss

And regret every single time we fought

For now

She loves me not

What can I say about “She Loves Me Not?” The truth is, I have no idea where it even came from. I just remember reading the line “she loves me not” and was inspired to write this poem. My life has always revolved around my imagination and therefore my writing also borrows heavily from my imagination. When I read those words, my imagination just started putting words together and created a story.

This week has been interesting. It’s had its ups and downs. Tomorrow I’m meeting a cousin of mine that I didn’t really know existed until the wedding. She lives in a different city and apparently we went to school together?? I recognised her face because I had seen her around school but didn’t realise how closely we were related. My sister and I are getting drinks with her and hopefully we’ll get to know each other a little more. She seems lovely. And she’s a fashion designer which is right up my alley since I love fashion. So hopefully we’ll have some stuff to talk about and it won’t be awkward.

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75 thoughts on “She Loves Me Not

  1. Interesting poem πŸ”†
    How come you don’t know about your cousin?
    Must be a cousin with far relation.
    Enjoy your meet.
    Also say my Hi to your sister (the known one) πŸ™‚

        1. She lives in a different city and our families aren’t that close. Even though we went to the same high school we didn’t know we were related lol πŸ˜‚

  2. The ethereal flow of creativity doesn’t flow through everyone unless they are open to their own artistry. We are tiny conduits paying attention to the reverberation of the universe at large.

  3. I remember all the women I have loved. And they have a lot of influences on me. I wish I have explored more opportunities to meet and to admire women, but our life sometimes is filled with mundane daily task that we don’t have the time left…

  4. Imagination is so important. The minute I read the line β€œshe loves me not” I new it was familiar. Turns out it is a phrase used when playing with a flower. You pick off petals in turn stating he or she loves me, then on the next petal loves me not, until you finish with the phrase which describes whether the person you are thinking about actually likes you … Never actually played it so may have to try. Thanks for the interesting post as always πŸ™‚

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