Her Worth

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    Poem Commentary

    I hate more than anything else trying to help or be there for a woman when she cries out for help and in turn she blows me off, I hate more than anything else giving a woman my trust and in turn she lies to me, I hate more than anything else caring for a woman and she could give two cents about my Heart and the things it may need (like one day out of the year), I hate more than anything else making a woman's needs a priority in my life (even before my own) and in turn I'm not a priority at all of hers-she'd rather get drunk, I hate more than anything else treating a woman like a lady-showing her respect through affection and romance and in turn she treats herself like a piece of meat.... Is it really so dam hard to simply care for my Heart as much as I've cared for yours?!....

    Her Worth

    She made it clear in the start

    No hearts involved

    Still

    I saw her as something more

    Treated her with respect

    Even cared

    More than I should have

    I allowed my Heart to escape

    The safety of my judgment

    And gave her affection

    Thrown in my face

    She returned to my Heart

    Endless neglect and distance

    Sprinkled with lies

    I send her a kiss

    And instead of a kiss back

    She’s more eager to spread her legs

    Keep trying to share my Heart with her

    Treat her as a woman

    And all she wants to do

    Is brake down, pick a fight, lay flat on her back

    I use to see her as something Beautiful

    Completely let down and disappointed in her

    I now see her as strictly a piece of meat

    I hope that’s what she really wanted

    Cause she’s shown

    Even gone out of her way to prove

    That’s all she’s worth

    She has no self value

    No self respect

    And it shows

    In the way she treats my Heart

    I’m disgusted with her type

    She may not know who she is

    And as a result

    It’s impossible for me to know who she is

    But I know what she is

    And I’ve known her type

    All my life

    They’re the selfish

    The liars and the cheats

    The self-seeking and the cursed

    Cursed to a life of dead end relationships

    Was it worth ever knowing her

    Was she ever really different

    No

    Just another waste of time

    Truly sad

    I had hoped

    She could have been something real

    Of value

    But I was wrong…

    -Fin-

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    Worthless commented on Her Worth

    07-23-2017

    Women are bitches and men are assholes and this day and age with our generation, its very rare to find the right bitch and asshole. Haha. Im just uh, well on a rampage and im very blunt anyways.. sometimes a little nicer but not much. Understand how ya feel. But brain check, stop falling for all the skinny hoes in the city wanna be coumtry girls. If ya want a real women, you wont find them at a party or a bar or on the corner or strip club, just look somewhere else.. i mean what do i know, im 35 and single amd havent found a man. Alot want me but none of them wamt me they just want a piece of meat and only see me as one so i dont mess with them. Id rather be single and abstinent then hoe around just for someone elses amusememt.. God didnt put us here for lust and self satisfaction, we are here... well to try our best and make a difference in someones life even if just a small detail.
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    TheLastCowboy commented on Her Worth

    08-10-2014

    I have too much self respect to let a woman shit on my Heart and treat me in the way I've described above. I don't need the woman I'm writing about in this poem at all and to be frank she hasn't done a single thing for my Heart...All she does is spread her legs and that's not what I want. I wanted her and that's what strung our "relationship" far. But in the end I didn't need her-never did! I wanted her but she mistaked herself as a need... And now even that's over! She's just wasting my time and I'm tired of it cause it's hurting my Heart, she's too selfish and blind to see it/notice it. if she ever cared about me she would have seen what she's doing to my Heart...Just proves how selfish she really is...
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