He Loves Me Not

Okay here's poem I wrote. It has nothing to do with me or someone I know. It's about a women who is blinded by love and marries a man who ends up abusing her. The whole experience ages her tremendously and at the end she realizes that he never loved her to being with. Well at least that's what I was trying to write about, make what you want with it ;)

He loves me, he loves me not
The girl plucks each petal, giggling confidently
As each one flutters to the ground
Images of laughter and happiness fill her head

He loves me, he loves me not
The laughter and happiness is soon clouded
By screams and distressing fights
The petals fall slower now, diminishing in color

He loves me, he loves me not
A strike!
Painful cries echoe through the darkness
Petals turn dry and frail as they leave her fingers

He loves me, he loves me not
Scars leave permanent reminders
Of a love that had turned so sour
Her fingers quiver, finding it difficult to let these two go

Aged fingers let the last petal fall
It stumbles solemnly to the ground
Where it joins the others in lifeless silence...
He loves me not