•metamorphism of me• [finished]

do i even matter to you?

there aren't enough words,
not enough poetry
i could write
to express how much
every inch of me
is devoted to you.
i would tear myself
to pieces to make you happy,
see you smile
because of me
at least once.
yet after i give you
piece after piece of myself
to make you feel whole,
you aren't even capable
of saying "i miss you."