She Loves You Not Poem by Chris Zachariou

Tormented by memories
of my failed life
I wait for you to come.
I'm early, you are not here
and suddenly I panic.

I sink into my world of doubt
and I'm tortured by the thought
of how improbable it is
that you would ever love me.

I pick a daisy looking
for a scrap of comfort.

'She loves me,
she loves me not,
she loves me....'

Then I hear your footsteps.
You are here.
The feeling of foreboding subsides
and I begin to breathe again.

I look down at the daisy
still in my hands
and pluck another petal.

'She loves you not'
the daisy screams
and she mocks me without pity.