my worth is always fluctuating
you talk to me like I'm worth nothing
but when it's past nine pm I'm priceless
I can't tell if I'm a commodity

you told me you liked me out of the blue
it was almost out of impulse
like that pretty journal, you bought but never used
both are just things that are nice to have around

you didn't need to do that
you had plenty of things at home stuffed in your cupboard
I guess your paycheck finally came in
and you just had to buy something

you throw the purchase into a single-use plastic bag
you leave it in the car for a few days
you then bring it in and rip off the tags
just for it to collect dust for years before you eventually throw it away