poem: doesn't matter
I loved you once.
I think you know that--
I hope you did, anyway.
It doesn't matter now.
You hurt me once
More than I'd ever been hurt before.
I think you know that, too.
It doesn't matter now.
You only closed the door;
I was the one
That locked it and walked away.
It doesn't matter now.
You're complaining he isn't romantic.
I would have sent you daffodils
And written you poems (like this)
It doesn't matter now.
If you asked me if I loved you
I'd be forced to admit I still do,
But you would never be so indelicate.
It doesn't matter--
I loved you enough to let you hurt me once.
But not, I think, twice--
Love takes no prisoners, no second chances.
So it really doesn't matter now.