poetic prose

Love Isn’t Worth It

These demons inside my head
I can’t quiet them.
I can’t silence them.
They’ve won this battle over my mind:


Not worth the time
Not worth the effort
Never good enough

Always wanting what others have.
Never receiving what I desire most.
I put myself out there
Only to be rejected time and again.

My heart withers,
As I hang up my foolish dreams


Turn it off!
Shove it away!
This isn’t worth it!!

Closed heart.
Thrown away dreams.
Never again starting over.

I’m done.
It’s not worth it.
These stupid desires
These stupid dreams

Never for me

Why even try?





… yet a quiet part of me whispers
“Please, prove me wrong.”


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