Disposed


He disposed of the trash
That he kept for some months.
He loved that pile of trash.
He loved the foul scent
That drew the flies.
He parted with his
Dear trash.
“I love you,
But trash,
You don’t love
Yourself.
So trash,
A little lesson in romantics,
Trash is supposed to love
Its own filfth.
And trash is supposed to
Give everything
Even though you’ve been used.
Trash,
I’ll make you into a diamond.
I mean,
I would have.”

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