Trash

Please leave

me alone.

You sought me out,

Said I was your everything,

That I could help you

Achieve the world.

You gave me gift cards and parking spaces,

You messed around and got me hooked

On your fancy fruit teas and snacks.

I was impressed at first,

Truly in love with the musty smell

Of your cranky, old furniture.

Your chairs hurt my back but I didn’t say anything.

I assumed that lower back tension,

Was just the sweet reverb of your love for me.

So when you called me up out of the blue,

I thought I was about to get some fun treat,

Maybe a lil vacay or a new shirt.

But in your sickness

And in my blind state,

I walked into an ambush.

Thank you for showing me how easy I am.

A few little perks and a really nice computer

And I was sold.

Prepared to waste away on a construction zone,

Watching the sun rise and set from inside my isolation chamber.

Thank you for dragging your dagger to the end of my lips,

And turning my smile down into a wail,

Frozen in a petrified scar.

Thanks for saying I was actually never good enough

That in your eyes I was trash.