The Way She Loves Me

       
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Poem by Emily Bourne.

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A girl used to sing a song in the playground
[she loves me, she loves me not]
No. That's not quite right.
[he loves me, he loves me not]
That's what she used to sing.
She picked each petal
And dedicated it a line
[pick, flick]
He loves me.
[pick, flick]
He loves me not.
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She told me to try it.
[pick]
He loves me, [She loves me]
[flick, pick]
He loves me not,[she loves me not]
It turned out that he/[she] did not love me
So I flicked that last petal, kicked
the grass, she grabbed my hand
And saw the sadness on my mouth,
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Told me we could find other boys to love
Whispered she loves me [as a friend]
But she still loves me not [as i loved her]
I nodded, we skipped, watched the boys
[so sweaty, so wild, so rough]
[she smelt of spring and I liked her frilly socks]
“Any boys you love instead?”
[Still you]
The one with the brown eyes.
[I really did love his brown eyes]
[but only because they looked like hers].
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