reduce, reuse, recycle

I spend my free time writing love letters to you and they return to me as Ignorance. I spend my time perfecting my body for you and they return to me as Embarrassment. I spend my time placing stars in the sky for you and they return to me as Worthless. This love is quite unrequited I believe. But if I'm going to be doing something for you, at least you're giving it back to me. As if giving it back to me in the worst way possible, was better than nothing at all.