You claim that you can't lose me.
Yet you treat me like I'm so replaceable.
Then I remember
I AM replaceable.
Easily replaceable.
Like a dirty fucking napkin.
Like a broken fucking record.
You'll find someone new.
Over and Over
I tell you.
"You'll leave too."
"They never fucking stay."
Why would you say that?
Why would you fucking lie?
Don't you fucking know you're just like them?
You'll leave.
They all do.
Don't you dare fucking tell me you're different.
Don't you dare fucking promise me you won't leave.
You're just fucking like them.
Every single one of you.
Lying just to fucking get my feelings
Then fucking leave me when you find someone
Shiny and new.
But you swear.
I'm fucking irreplaceable.
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Hyacinths & Biscuits
PoésieCarl Sandburg once said "Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits." Enjoy this collection of poems, text messages, diary entries and more. Starting from age 15, and continuing to this day.
