Pick up the tray that hold memories,
thoughts that belong to you,
you, and you.
so sick of thinking of 'love'
even though i may have claimed it was 'good'.
if it was so good
why am i the one left here,
jaded.
dump you into the trash can.
empty out, scrape this tray
of all the residue
that was once you,
you, and you.
your dirt belongs in the trash,
and I'll empty you out onto the ground.
dig you deep down into the ground
where your shit belongs.
you belong under my feet,
dug deep down in the ground.
not in my head,
distracting me from my life
and pulling me down.
I'm throwin you out.
