He loves me, he loves me not
He loves me, elicits enough fuel to start pouring over shattered pieces of a broken relationship, placing them ever so gently into its original position and welding the bits together with an imaginary force made up of regret and forgive me’s.
Months of painstakingly binding with meticulous care the fairytale of
“Once upon a time”
The masterpiece is complete
Marveling at what has been recreated
Unbeknown to the artist her eyes are incapable of honing into the newly formed fissures embedded inside the once unblemished surface of falsified perfection and is lulled into a false sense of security, within the newly redesigned shelter, sporting unconcealed cracks that can be seen by all except the artist.
In time the cruel pendulum of loves revenge swings against the hope of loves return
The pieces re-shatter, for the last time.
He loves me not.