Worth Less Than What He Can Offer

You persistently make me feel like my words are worthless

Your perseverance through my losing shouts, leaves me confused

You perpetrate through everything I use to keep you at arms-length 

And I've tried to drop you so many times that I've lost count. 

***

Then theres you who constantly stays in my peripheral 

You inconsistently make me feel like I'm where I should be

Your compulsive need to be right, makes my voice hoarse 

I have a compulsion when it comes to your performances. 

***

Some days I find it necessary to keep you both close 

Because you both want one thing from me

But other days, I think of ways

To....leave...you....behind

***

But today I'm kicking the thoughts 

Of keeping the one who cares

Because I'm worth...

So much less....

Than what he can offer me. 

The End

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