Love Me Not

He loves me,
flash back to the night we sat on my roof and watched sun rise and talked about how the future terrified us.
He loves me not,
I remember the time I saw him at a party with his hand up another girl's skirt.
He loves me,
he used to sneak out and throw pebbles at my window in the middle of the night.
He loves me not,
he won't answer my phone calls.
He loves me,
he said that he would marry me when we turned 18.
He loves me not,
that was two years ago, my 19th birthday is next month.
He loves me,
I can tell by the look in his eyes.
He loves me not,
or maybe it was a trick of the light.
He loves me,
he took me home to meet his parents and sister.
He loves me not,
I haven't seen them in months.
He loves me,
he wrote a song for me, once.

And soon I realize, as I sit with dozens of flower petals everywhere (some even in my hair), that I am down to the last. He has made me question him...
He loves me not.