I didn’t want to write you down,
To write things that weren’t good enough for you,
But I am now
And just like I couldn’t say anything to you
Anything,
Anything at all to make you think differently,
Whatever I say now won’t say enough
Or feel enough, or be right at all.
So, my words mean nothing...
And all this time,
All this time I thought they meant something.
Maybe they’ll never change anybody.
Why write at all.
Like throwing glass at a diamond window,
You’re fixated in what we should do
And my words just crumble back to sand.