he loves me not

he loves me,
he loves me not
.
he stirs in bed,
peaceful and oblivious
of the empty space next to him
.
he loves me
he loves me not
.
I play,
not with flowers but
with matchsticks and fire
.
he loves me
he loves me not
.
I light one after another,
watching my doubts
dance in the flame
.
he loves me
.
the greatest lie of all,
setting fire to everything we built
and I run away before
.
he loves me not
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he loves me not

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