You are not worth
The spit in my mouth or the **** on my shoe.
You are not worth
What I gave you of me,
And you're certainly not worth
What you never got to have.
You are not worthy of her, or me, or him,
Or any of these angry, bewildered poems,
So why am I writing them?
Why am I feeling this?
Why am I investing you
With more power and importance than you have?