Unwanted
I can’t.
I don’t know how
I’m afraid you won’t like the taste
I am no longer your heart.
Now I am your angry voice
Now I am everything you hate
I am your attachments
I am your memories.
A whisper in your ear
A forgotten dream
I am your resentments
Now I am your bad day.
I’m everything you tasted twice
I am everything you forgot about once
I am tired of licking old wounds
I’m tired of remembering the details.
I’ve become old habits
Now I’m just a roach in the ashtray
I am the leftovers warmed to many times
I am the unwanted.
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