Shelf

how could I ever dream

of you loving me?

I am just a simple, quiet girl

who doesn't have a lot of things. 

you say it's different than that,

you say you're not "that shallow"

but how could I believe that

when you won't be here tomorrow?

I sigh and shake my head

this is certainly not what I read 

in those books a long time ago

And while I sit and think about it

there's definitely no use to shout about it. 

You go and put me back on your shelf

and I sit and watch you choose someone else.