Rip The Last Petal In Half

Roses are red
sometimes

and sometimes they're just not there
or sometimes they're black

Other times, their petals are in a pile on the ground
surrounded by a chant of 
 
'he loves me
he loves me not' 

repeated over and over and over
because that's how life works

sometimes he loves you
and sometimes he loves you not
sometimes he doesn't love you enough
sometimes he loves you too much

but he never says it 
because he expects you to just know

'and if you don't just know
then you probably don't deserve him'

What do you deserve?
Another shredded rose
a few more spilled tears