discarded

 

you could see right through me

a swift pick up

a gulp

a quickie

then off to do your thing

 

feeling used and dirty

then discarded

trodden on

kicked around

left to feel like rubbish

 

the slow decline

the breakup

falling apart

going to pieces

 

feeling so small

so insignificant

as if no one knows

you’re there at all

 

there are a lot of us like that

we stick together

we bond

we become strong

we cause damage

we become the threat

 

you rarely think about me

I’m gone

you’ve moved on

to the next one

 

but when you do think

you remember me

as just a drop in the ocean

 

just a drop in the ocean

but I’m ready to get my own back

I’m ready for revenge

You’ll be sorry

You ever met me…