It’s the little things that matter, a brief moment that I’ll discover within closed thoughts, a conversation with you within myself, a distant memory that’ll hinder a century of regrets, an established sad song ringing into your bones, this is how you’ll remember me.
It’s the little things that we’ll remember, a sudden truth that I can’t open up, a promise that I’ll keep breaking, I don’t have enough bones to hide you in, I don’t have enough bones to break you in.
It’s the little things that matter, like the sun getting blocked out by clouds and how it instantly went from a sunny day to a mild I’ll stay cloudy until I go away kind of day, like your soft spot trying to cover up the pain, it only hurts because you’re thinking about it, try to not think, but to not think is to not feel and I always feel you close by.
It’s the little things that matter, the reason why I still wonder if I could’ve been more, the truth is going to burn a bit, we’ve ran out of bridges to burn, it’s the sad songs that mean the most when you’re down, so listen to it on full blast, this is how you get better. It’s the little things that matter, so I write with my eyelids shut, this is how I go about choosing to love you, this is the dust of our remnants shrouding my true feelings, I would love to love you, but I hate that I hate you.
It’s the little things that matter, I write too much and it often doesn’t make much sense, I love and I love too much and that’s my fault, yeah, it’s my bad, I just didn’t know that we were so out of touch.
It’s the little things that make us change, from one heartache to another, this is how you’ll be remembered, I wish that these words were mine to give, but it’s just something that I’ve got to get out. It’s the little things that I miss that makes me write like this. It’s the little things that I need that makes me act this way. It’s the little things that I am, this is lashing out until the stars hide themselves in shame.
This is the late night symphonies until early morning finally sheds a tear or two, this is all that’s left of you and me. It’s the little things that I worry about nowadays, have you been smiling lately? I’m too afraid to ask, I’m too afraid to show that I still care. So I love with the little things, this is my little thing poem to you. I hope you get little feelings inside of your little heart and crack a little smile that’ll last a little longer than a little while.
This is my little drop of happiness inside an ocean of beautiful regrets, this is all that I am and will ever be to you. A little piece of me trying to forget, a little thing about you that I’ll always remember. I guess I’m still here, even if I constantly change, this part of me is here.
