It doesn’t matter

 
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This poem is about history, just another memory clamoring for expression, before it can be filed away for ever.
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Cosmically speaking, I guess it doesn’t matter
That you chose him over me
That I always made you wetter
That you broke your promises
That I would have loved you better.
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In the history of the world, really, it doesn’t matter
That you never gave me the chance
That you let our shared dreams shatter
That you made a mistake and that now it’s too late
That I would have loved you better.
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In the grand, universal scheme of things it just doesn’t matter
That you didn’t see what I was worth
But it matters to me
That you couldn’t figure out
That I would have loved you better.