downtown galaxy - my poetry

the last poem i'm ever writing about you

yes, i've written them before.

no, they're not and never will be for you.

they're about you. see, there's a difference.

because these poems are and always have been for me.

they may not have been the bandages themselves, but the soft touch soothing the wounds. in this story, you were the one holding the knife.

they weren't the bitter medicine, but the water after to wash the taste down. in this story, you were the infection that raced through my system and left me defenseless before i could blink.

they weren't the ice numbing the bruises, but the gentle hands prodding to check on the healing. in this story, you just couldn't stop your fists from beating me down, and all with a smile.

these poems aren't for you.

goddamn, there's a time where i could've and would've done anything for you

but after sewing myself back together your red string has no place in my heart

it's been months of shifting eyes and despairing nights but i have closure now and it's over and it's over and it's over

so, this is the last poem i'm ever writing about you.

these poems were always for me, and sometimes for her, remember her? the girl you whispered endearments to as you lacerated her to shreds? yeah, she's put herself together better than you could imagine. you will never deserve her back.

what i've learned is, you will never deserve me back either.

i don't know if i'll ever make you not matter to me.

but i sure as hell have people who matter a lot more to me.

finally, finally, i matter to me.