I'm the t-shirt at the back of your closet,
only worn when your best outfits sit at the laundry pile.
I'm the glasses that sit on your dusty bookshelf,
only worn when all your contact lenses are broken.
Oh my! I'm the old blanket you cover yourself with when there's no warm body to cozy up to on those lonely nights.
Well damn you Charlie! Do you know how deep it cuts you, feeling disposable and every fucking person proving that you are?
Just once Milo, just once! Make me feel like I'm not, prove it to me countless times.
I know I shouldn't look for worth outside the person that I am, that insecurities push people away, but sometimes Jo external validation has a way of drilling things that you know deep down in your head.
It has a way of building you up, until someday you don't need it anymore.
But until then, until I don't feel disposable, until someone proves that I'm not...dump me in the recyclables trash can.

© _latuti