"Not Worth Mentioning"

By: WickedFrex

He sat there, just starring down at the small scrap of paper on the table. A little pen was tapping thoughtfully on the surface beside it, his fingers nervously deciding what to write.

This is bloody stupid, he thought, inwardly rolling his eyes. Angrily he stood up and ran his fingers through his hair, the pen dropping helplessly to the table. A sudden twinge of pain ran up his arms and he quickly dropped them into his line of vision.

"Bugger..." he hissed under his breathe, looking at the angry lines around his middle forearms. With a sigh he turned back to the table. He was about to throw a punch at the nearby wall, but another twinge of agony shot through his fingers and settled for gritting his teeth.

It's not even worth mentioning. He sighed helplessly, sitting back in the little chair at what passed for a kitchen table. Suddenly, he looked up and starred at the blank page, thinking. For a fleeting instant, he couldn't help but hear the poetry in his head.

Quickly, he picked up the pen and began scribbling as the words rushed out of his mind:

"Not Worth Mentioning"

Doesn't seem worth mentioning,

All the dirty little things I've done.

Doesn't seem worth speaking,

About how we lost and won.

Doesn't seem worth mentioning,

How much it hurts to want you.

Doesn't seem worth wondering,

If what you said was true.

You told me that you loved me,

That night I died away.

You held my hand and watched me,

'Cause there was nothing left to say.

Doesn't seem worth mentioning,

That I died because of you.

Doesn't seem worth crying for,

The things I never got to do.

You stood there and held me,

When my heart was melting away.

And it doesn't seem worth mentioning,

That I came back to you today...