I know that you are a poet I know that I don't matter to you I know that I didn't really matter to you back then either But back when I was actually on your mind When I was under the impression that maybe you cared about me I wonder if you ever wrote a poem for me? I sure wrote many for you. That's all I know. I'd like to burn them with you now. Along with all the memories and feelings.
I guess I have always wanted to be important enough to a person to actually be the subject of their poem, because I know I only write poetry about things that really matter to me. I'd like to matter that much to someone. Sometimes I wonder. I hate you.