Contempt


I give what my heart has to offer.
Undying love that I struggle to contain.
Pieces of me lost in those wine red eyes.
Imperfections I want to explore but not to fix.
I feel worthless

The silence leaves me to my thoughts.
My thoughts running for words that shall not be spoken.
Unspoken words that is rotting at me.
I deserve being scorned in your eyes.

Do I mean anything to you?
Did I mean anything to you?
Am I nothing to you?!
Am I beneath consideration?
I am contempt.

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