Leftovers.

Am I so stale you couldn't pretend to love me?
           "It's just the way I smile."
I want to wipe that stupid smile right off your face, onto my wall, the garbage, the butcher's block. Out of my heart. And you found someone new to replace the someone old you had, who I wished, hoped, prayed, reminded you of me. And I'm hoping, despite the heavy-hearting sinking to the bottom of the ocean that you have not forgotten me, that I could forget you. And I am sadistic, manic, laughing crying waking sleepless.
Thank you for the pretty box of broken hearts, they reminded me of you and I strained them and I wished it was yours. And I hate you love you hate you because I won't let myself think of you and I am not this girl.