Replaceable

People are always surprising me

Telling me they love me and then walking away forever

Listening to my secrets, and then throwing them out in the trash

Replacing them with something, someone more interesting

Acting, talking, and looking one way, but feeling the other

Using me, abusing me, misusing me, and when I’m empty

Moving on to something cheaper and easier

Getting all the good they can until the good goes bad

I’m a “bitch”. “What happened?”

“You took all the good I had.”