Disposable

It’s 5 o clock somewhere right?

Even tho it’s not here, I still cheers

Because I go through things you can’t even think of

Things you can’t even imagine

Small things that mean big things

Like buying a blue dress for you

Because that was your favorite color

I don’t even like blue

But I bought it just for you

Maybe I should throw the dress away the way, like how you threw me out

Garbage

Disposable

But it was only two weeks, right?

And it does really matter

Because what’s the time when the two weeks were like that?

Filled with love and impatience until I could see you again

And again

And then, to my surprise… not again

We were supposed to see each other tomorrow

But today I found out

That I am just garbage to you

Garbage

Disposable

I told you my deepest secrets

The darkest parts of me

Thinking it would pay off

The saddest part of this is that I’ll probably do it again

With my next two weeks.

Or maybe not at all and never again…

Because if you’re as smart as I think you are, your reaction would seem to be common amongst your caliber of men

So maybe for me, it’ll be never again

I don’t even cry anymore when I find out I’m disposable to someone.

My emotions were treated as something too small to care about by my dad.

I was treated as something too small to care about by my mom.

Words weren’t impactful enough to mean anything to my grandparents.

So maybe I am trash.

Garbage

Disposable