None. Poem by Kassie B

He, he took it.
He took it and threw it,
My love for him is now useless.

As I remember the spesific words 'Perfect'.
Did he just use my words?
Was he copying and replying?

Or was it just letters of boredom?
Because obviously I wasn't.
I wasn't special enough for him to be truely hurt.

Truely overlapped by the situation,
As much as I who waits around for him to say that three worded sentence.

But he's not.
He's gone,
Happy,
With another.

Not a word or emotion that I felt
Mattered to him.

What's it worth then?
Why am I sitting here saying all of this?
Does it matter?
Is there better?

And the answer,
there is none.