What Matters
It's late and I'm sleepy yet not tired
I thinking of her again and I know
That it's going to be another
Sleepless night. She clogs my
Thoughts and makes it impossible
To breathe. So I'm forced to write
About the pain that I thought was
long forgotten. Yet it's back again
And worse than ever before
Or maybe it's not her but the
Memories of her that make it
So hard to live without her
The taste of her lips and the
Softness of her skin and the kiss
That was sweet that I thought
It was meant only for me.
It didn't seem to matter how hard
I tried to make it work, things only
Got worse and I was left broken hearted
For my attempts to make us work.
Now there are a thousand things
That I wish to say but none of
Them seem to matter but in the form
Of writing so
I am sorry
I was wrong
Your lovely
And beautiful
Your much better
Than you think you are
And many more.
For whatever reason whenever I say
These words none of them seem
To matter to her or anyone for
They are only words
But in the form of writing they are
More than words that only matter for the
Moment they will forever be and always be there
Never to disappear but last forever.