Sometimes it’s the small things that count.

You smile as if it’s all ok, catching my eyes in that special way, but underneath the world doesn’t see, all those wrongs you did by me.
You seem to forget that you hardly ever called. I know it’s clichéd but it mattered, it hurt.
You took me for granted, said you had other things on your mind. But I saw you with people, for them you made time.
You seemed so afraid that I might understand, but there were times when I just needed comfort, you to hold my hand.
You didn’t have time to think of me, you admitted it to my face. You didn’t give us a chance, just ‘it’s the wrong time and place’.
For me, I made love, for you, it was just another verb. Why weren’t you careful? I know contraception’s a big word.
Why didn’t you fight? I was here by your side. I know your reasons. You still could have tried.
There’s so much in me I wanted you to see, but you threw away your chance before you’d opened your eyes to me.
I’m worth so much more. How couldn’t you have tried?