i tell myself
you were never worth it
but that is my head
and what my heart tells me
is the truth.
one time, you were.
you were always, always
worth my time, my words.
and still, i'm thinking, remembering
and i realize i still want to
to spend my time, my words
on you and only you
like old times
even thinking that
it's a waste to even bother
all because that one time
it was perfect.
it was beautiful.
it was infinite.
we were perfect.
we were beautiful.
we were infinite.
but past tense
gives away all
of my story