Worthless

This emotionally charged poem delves into the complex dynamics of a toxic relationship, where initial admiration transforms into disillusionment and self-doubt

Enchanted by qualities only you possessed. 

I saw in you my strength�" 

A delicate flower blooming in your light. 

Your roots, deep and unyielding, 

Defied the very earth that gave them life. 

 

But as I drew closer, 

The truth revealed itself�"   

You weren’t my strength, you were my decay,

You were the poison seeping into my soul, 

Corrupting all I once stood for. 

 

Now I drift, 

Lost in this hollow spectacle of your creation.

I tried to ask for directions, 

But speaking to you felt like pleading with ghosts. 

 

I tell myself it’s beneath me�" 

Your drama, your problems, you. 

Yet echoes of the past stir, 

And once more, I start to care. 

 

Tell me, is your suffering hollow,

A scripted scene in your grand play? 

You call yourself a creator,  

But really, you’re a thief. 

 

You strip and take, 

Dancing as if you birthed every idea, 

Yet you’re no longer yourself�" 

Just a reflection of the things you’ve exploited.