You'Re Not Worth This Fight Poem by Jessie Stevens

The chilly weather settles into my bones
While I sit here on these freezing stones
And wonder why you’re not home
You should have been here an hour ago

But no you’re making me sit out in the cold all alone
While I wait for you to come home
Neighbors keep walking by asking why
I’m sitting out here all alone in the freezing cold

And all I can tell them is that you’re not home
It’s now quarter past eleven
On this freeing cold night
And all I have to say to you is good night

I’m saying good night
Because its quarter past eleven
And I’m done waiting for someone
Who isn’t worth this fight.