I String My Worth Poem by Brian Rop

Yours and mine weren't ever meant to be
Hearts had similar incompatible destinies
Mine acts worse than thousand piccaninnies'
From the beginning I hoped you'd see

Against advice I fell head over heels for you
Looking for my worth now among the ruins
Among a myriad of should have beens
Pity engulfs me, but I hope to get through

No one knew the truth better than me
How I went home every evening hating me
I knew one day, not by luck, you'd see
You and me could never be

I string my worth piece by piece
Everything is bleak; no more ease
Knowing yours and mine a path
Weren't meant to cross on earth