Plucking Daisies

plucking daisies

He loves me, He loves me not… Yep.

Biting my lip at the thought of happenstance. The thought of convenience, the thought of “In the Moment”, the thought of loneliness or wanting. Maybe, a lustful thought that lasted longer than expected. Maybe, the thought that it would only last a night, a week, a month and then “IT” would be over. But, I left no easy way out. Darn. Was I too nice? Too predictable, too easy, too sweet, too enticing, maybe too unpredictable, too complicated, too threatening, too ugly?
Did I push, Did I pull? Was I pitied? Did I frighten? Did I threaten? Was I harsh? Were my hands too cold? My back too hot?

Maybe, I was a thought of age and time, or a clocks hand (Tick Toc, Tick Toc) Maybe the motor oil that you never bought. Maybe, the exercise plan that you never started. Was I the hidden bill behind the dresser? The missing shoe? The satin sheets that “YOU” never liked?

Last Petal….Last Daisy…It’s the Last PETAL, on the LAST F’N DAISY!..

nothing.

Between my fingers it fell, dangled and whirled in the wind, silently, slowly, it drifted to the ground…No more questions…It’s over.

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