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.
