Just Another Piece of Garbage

I loved you.

You knew I did.

You just couldn’t face that fact.

I believed you and trusted you

But you just tossed me out

Like a piece of garbage.

Do you really think I am that?

Garbage?

 

When you stared at me

I saw something so intense

So passionate

Burning in your eyes.

I believed it was love.

I felt high, like a bird

Not low, old garbage.

 

After that, when you looked at me,

Which did not occur often,

Your gaze was cold

A shard of ice

Stabbing through my heart.

Tearing life straight out of me

As if I was a dirty old teddy bear

You threw out, to be garbage.

 

You wrote poems about me.

Were they really about me?

Or about some other girl?

I know you’ve slept with many.

Did you even care about them?

Were they garbage too?

 

You never even said we were dating.

You still held my hand.

You still kissed me.

You still took me out.

You still talked to me

But you didn’t treat me like garbage.

 

Now I’m lucky to get a word from you

Let alone a sentence.

Half the time I notice you

You’re noticing someone else.

If I breathe a friendly good morning,

You walk right past.

I guess I’m still garbage after a year.

 

Maybe it’s true, I don’t need you

But I was good to you.

I didn’t fight.

I didn’t argue.

And still, all you saw was garbage.

 

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I can feel pain in this...(or maybe it's just the pain it invokes in me knowing the feeling.) Good write Taylor.