TRASH | Boo Seungkwan |

9

I'm losing my hope,
The light that was supposed to guide me out of the darkness,
Has faded slowly,
And the darkness is slowly eating me up,

The woman,
Whom I like,
Whom I have grown to love,
is slowly throwing me away,
one by one,
Like a trash,

I am trash,

Maybe that's why,
Maybe she's sick of me,
Maybe she had used me enough,

We have spent for months,
I serve no purpose in her life anymore,
and so,
She would want to throw me,

Wouldn't she?

I didn't even get to tell how pretty she is,
I didn't get to tell that she is worthy,
I didn't get to touch her,
Her delicate hands,
Her soft hair,
Her face,

I didn't get to tell her how much I love her,

But who would want to love someone like me?

A mere trash,