what does it matter?

a poem about a lack of reciprocity.

Photo by Jeremy Perkins on Unsplash

you ask me who i love

and i say what does it matter

when the ones whom i adore

only make me feel sadder

i reach out with pleas

like please can you help me

but the only help that they participate in

is when it’s coming to them from me.

i don’t know why i cannot seem

to find anyone who cares but

i have to say it turns me off

from wanting to be there

for him

for her

for them

for they

everyone i know is the same

it’s always what can i do for them

and never them wanting to be there

for me.

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