Mattering

Back then
it was easy to convince myself
that I mattered.

But contrary evidence
presented itself
over and over
that I didn’t.

So when I couldn’t
convince myself anymore,
I walked away
from all that mattered to me.

And now,
not that it matters
anymore,
to anyone,
maybe not even me,
it’s pretty easy to
convince myself
that I don’t.

~ cj 2014.03.30

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2 Responses to Mattering

  1. Steven says:

    That’s a sad poem. Hope it’s not about you cause I know you matter.

  2. Morine says:

    You matter to me. Lots and lots. xo

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