Does this poem even need a title it’s really just giving words to my emotions
I was going to say I wanted to ask you something important tomorrow..I was going to ask you if you would marry me but then I remembered all the girls you have been with. I know I am not worthy of being married to someone as amazing as you. I don’t deserve to be your slave. I am the lowest of all the girls on the totem. It’s laughable to even think for a moment I could be called yours.
He is so much better than I could ever hope to be. I am the worm in the dirt he doesn’t even know exists, he crushes me to pieces under his boot-stride and then he continues on walking as if nothing in the world has changed.
I am a failure and I will end up alone in the world just like I have always been, just like I am meant to be.