Unworthy Poem by Malory Joyce

I wanted this beginning,
When you whispered the answers to my prayers,
Now I want an ending,
I feel unworthy to you.

Your fist has become intimate to me baby,
I was unaware love could physically hurt;
Do my scars make you happy baby,
Can this give you a good name?

You’re my whisper in the night honey,
But I no longer pray,
I found myself unworthy,
As my voice echoes back to me.

Do not touch me; just do not touch me,
My lies for you are the ones unworthy,
Why cling to me baby, why cling to me?

I rather die among suicide,
Than to be slowly murdered by you.