Not Worthy Of A Title Poem by Airda Jones

I stared at my hand
Wishing it to appear
Realizing how foolish I have been
To you in the past year

I've hinted and even whined
Hoping to get what I want
Never did you deny your love
Never did you, not once

Still I kept pushing
Selfish fool I've been
When will I learn?
When will it sink in?

You've given me more
Than a person should ever ask for
Touched me in a way that
I can only adore

Decorating me with shines
And kisses to spare
Showing me in every way
That you do so much more than care

I hate myself for thinking this
Thinking I deserve more than I own
When you're the one who deserves better
And I should be the one who's alone

This hand that has written love
Now disgusts me beyond belief
But as much as I write
I still cannot find relief

No, you don't deserve
What your finger craves night after night
And no, you don't deserve
To have this man in your life.