What’s Your Worth?
Giving up feels like the right thing to do
Like I held on to the vision of your ambition, a potential I envisioned to be true.
But you,
You don’t know how to allow yourself to step into the light I possess withing me,
You don’t know how to let a real one love you freely.
Your sabotage, is a sabotage that self-destructs with ripples,
Your burden to bare a heart too cold to be warmed by the sun,
Your idea of fun is elevated moments amongst clouds that cripple your pain to numb.
And it’s dumb,
I bled my heart out trying to love you, lost sight of who I was to keep up with the disrespect you eject from you.
Cheap touches, that everyone can get could never be special.
Body count on a mount, like an Olympic medal.
Climbing to the top, like your always elevated mind,
I played second choices to the sex and drugs from a man that’s unkind.
A man that’s unkind, could never make my river flow,
So, I’m stuck with a tormented heart and a drought down below,
Ridiculed by myself, silently judged by friends and foe,
Wondering how you could step out from fine dining to the cheap fast
Food drive thru windows.
Supplemented my menu to carry the mediocrity you required,
But I felt my value lower, I felt less desired.
The more I bent backwards to keep you loving me,
The more my mirror reflected a cage bird injured, begging to be free.
You see, I could never be the person you need me to be,
Loyal to disloyal, faithful to the grimy, slimy, reckless shell of a man you are...really.
-Winny Will
