the poems I wrote for you,

you're never going to see

even if you did,

they wouldn't compute

a different language

a language you no longer speak

for it made your mouth bleed

one too many times

the poems I wrote for you,

I don't want you to ever see

for if you did,

you'd know that my path after you

really was directionless

and the small victories I've had each day

were only there to outweigh your existence

It's funny but I don't think anything

will ever outweigh you

it's funny because

nothing I ever wrote for you has ever mattered

the poems I wrote for you

they never mattered