Piece Of Dirt Poem by Runita R Menezes

I hate that each time you beg me
I agree to somehow stay.
I hate that I have tried to forgive,
Though so often you’ve gone astray.


I hate that for every action,
You have a ready excuse
I hate that no matter how much I win
There is always so much I lose.

I hate that when you call
I still pick up the phone
When I know that your calling
Just because your feeling alone

I hate that each time you call
You convince me somehow
When I know that to get near
To any lengths you’ll bow

I curse the day I met you
No matter which way I look
I hate the fact that I became a bait
Of your scheming little hook

I sincerely hope someday you’ll see
What it means to feel truly hurt
And I wish I’m around to remind you then
That you are nothing but a PIECE OF DIRT