Dont Worry For Me: A Book of Poems

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"Love, Lust, and Fornication: The True Tale of Men's Jackets and Single Serve Lasagna"

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The birds were singing and the skies were blue.

The sun was shining all around me too.

I looked at you and something flew.

My heart to yours, through and through.

I finally kissed you in the fountain,

Where my love for you was like a mountain.

But I should have told you that I love you,

Cause the rose I gave you turned to blue.

I remember Cupid's day with you.

The day when love seems oh so true. I got a teddy and some chocolates too.

You got some flowers that were colored blue.

But nothing really matters.

Enter: B. Riddle.

B. was the boy who fell for you.

Life sized coats and sexy hair.

I only guess you loved him too.

Earthly wishes; Godly prayer.

But nothing really matters.

You left him for me, or me for him,

I can't really remember,

But on that night, you sang a hymn,

That one night in September.

You had to leave me,

You said you had too,

Cause Riddle made you happy.

You lied about me,

Said I left you,

Cause that's what made you happy.

I guess I just don't matter.

Happy for the happy couple, no one wants to face the truth.

In a lonely kitchen, there's a beep, but no one wants to eat for two.

I guess I just don't matter.

And then that night, that fateful night, that night you killed yourself.

You did it for thrills, you did it for kicks, but never did you die.

And on that night that fateful night you went to the ER.

You swallowed pills, you swallowed Styx, and never did you die.

I know what I'm supposed to do.

I'm supposed to go and cry.

Supposed to cry for B. and you,

And I guess that I will try.

But what am I when I cry and what are you too do?

Cause though I try, I will not cry cause I don't care about you.

Or maybe I do.

Do I care about you?

Do I love you?

Do you love me too?

Your rose is blue.

My nose is too.

The sky is blue.

The lake is too.

They only care about your rose.

No one cares about my nose.

I guess I just don't matter.

I guess you're the Mad Hatter.

You're the one with all the fame,

But in God's eyes we're both the same.

I guess we just don't matter.

And then that night, that fateful night, that night you ran away.

You ran to the land of fame and sun, but had nothing to say.

And never did you die.

And nothing really matters.

Does it?

I don't mean to judge,

But you're only seventeen,

And I can see a smudge,

Where the window should be clean.

See my window? There is no smudge.

But who am I to judge?

Oh no wait, I just judged you.

My rose is turning blue.

Even if I hate your name,

In God's eyes we're both the same.

God loves me and God loves you.

I only hope you know that too.

In His eyes we matter.

I forgive you, I really do.

I hope that you'll forgive me too.

My window is not clean,

I'm only seventeen.

I wish that was my closure,

But our story is not over.

Your life is but a river flowing from the mountain to the ocean.

Flowing through your hands like the sands at the ocean.

At every river bend you hide away and cry.

It doesn't matter how hard you "tried", never did you die.

The roses have a fashion show to see which ones are pretty.

The prettiest of all will be a new celebrity.

But which one was the prettiest we all already knew.

Because the prettiest of all of them will be the one that's blue.

But nothing really matters, unless you make it matter.

Under trees of evergreen and over blades of grass,

People gather in suits and ties and stupid little hats.

B. takes out the shiny ring and holds it out to you.

The people cheer and cry and they don't have a clue.

You acted like you're twenty seven but you're only seventeen.

Not the first or last to marry as a teen.

And despite the fact that now you're married to your guy,

Your life goes on and on and someday you will die.