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