Love Me Not

inspired by Ravyn Lenae & the forget-me-not flower

In the hush between midnight and morning light,
I whispered your name to the edge of might.
You spoke with eyes once warm, now cold,
a story half-written, a hand left untold.

I am the bloom they always forget—
a forget-me-not with quiet regret.
Small and fragile, yet I remain,
growing in shadows, loving through pain.

We were once a verse, bold and bright,
now just echoes fading into night.
You ask me still, “Do you love me or love me not?”
But your heart was the first thing I forgot.

It’s not that I can’t fall or feel,
I’ve just grown tired of love that won’t heal.
Like Ravyn’s melody, soft and bittersweet,
you danced in the dark, but skipped the beat.

Maybe I was never the flower you’d choose,
just a season’s sigh, a beautiful bruise.
But if you ever turn and look behind,
there I’ll be—blue, gentle,
etched in your mind.