Poetry

Why Do I Matter?

Yes, I'm here, but do you care?

Or is it just fun to make me believe?

To make me smile, laugh,

then just all of a sudden, leave?

I thought that for once

someone actually thought I mattered

You had that great contagious laugh,

and it really had me flattered.

You cracked your jokes,

and told me your favorite song.

I told you that I've never had my first kiss,

and that I look at myself wrong.

We would text for hours on end,

then one day it all stopped.

So tell my why I suddenly matter

now that me heart's been played with and dropped.