Not That It Matters
I built my pillars
My foundations, in sand
Thusly, my confidence suffered
Anon-and-gone, I struggled to fill the boxes
Those blank cubes on the checklist of your needs
Oh, I did it, eventually, only to hear your recreant farewell
I once thought I was not worthy of your love
For I am a bumbling fool at so many things in life
Wearing my heart for all to see, (and make assumptions of)
But I am sure to my marrow and coursings
That NO ONE else can EVER love you as completely as I do
As deeply as I do, and as unfailingly true as I do
That is the ONLY thing that can make ANYone
Worthy of your love ...
And deserving of your intents
I didn't see that ... then
YOU didn't see it, and you can't see it now
THAT is what makes you
Unworthy of ME ...
But thanks.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Standard Contest 170 Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
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