you took me to the ends of every square inch of this earth
and reckoned with your ego long enough to claim my worth
you painted my perdition on the beating of my heart
and washed your hands remotely while I slowly fell apart
I wanted to be angry and I wanted to be cross
but every way recounted you were nothing I had lost
you never made me better and you never made me worse
if anything you rendered me a person of my Word