Pieces

Does anything really matter,
Now all's been spewed... said?
A heart's been ripped apart,
Torn,
Empty, flat-lined.
Dead.

Does it really matter,
That my imperfection's a mess?
When love's been shattered,
by
Hopelessness?

Broken love,
Chaotic and jaded.

Does it really matter?

I try to give love, to show love,
To be love,
flowing from my scars, my flaws,
An ugly, deformed love that never quite fills the void,
In me, or him,
Or us.

Does my broken self
and love matter?

Does trying really matter,
When we've been
Laughing less,
Hurting more,
And we don't love?
We haven't
started loving, really loving.

It doesn't matter, I guess.