Garbage.

I thought it would only take a moment.

It did take only a moment.

Now these passing moments move fast, yet slow at the same time, the pace wracking my brain with rose like patterns.


I hate some things I am aware of.
I hate that I know you're with him.
I hate his smirks and disgusting confidence.
I hate the lustful look in his eye when he looks at me, then to you.
I hate his snickering and distasteful joking.
He picks up bad habits and has won you over in using them.
I hate that he takes up your time.
I hate that you told me at least twice that he's not the one for you.
I hate that you go after him because he is such a smooth talker.
You push and pull with him, and in my selfishness I feel left out.
I don't like who you are today, and don't like where you're going.

I feel like the trash.  I was used and it was time to discard.
Discarded.  Like trash on garbage day.