(A poem/short story thing? If you think this is stupid, it probably is)

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Your kisses are wet band-aids
that fall off into the dirt

Hairs stuck
Dog saliva

I'm a rock
because I never move even if it hurts

Hold my eyes open until they burn with desperation to hide
I want to see how dull I actually made our conversations

I believe i'm not nothing

but i'm as valuable as a chewed up straw on the sidewalk or gum.
Nobody wants me until somehow convenient

You remind me of a toolbox or
50% off perfume from the mall
Everyone wants you or already has you

I remember that night at your house. I arrived and left alone and felt so special that you texted me- only me  and my heart was beating fast as I sat close to you on your bed even though I perfected the last two months for us to end up that way.

When I went home, defrosted my body and took off my shoes, thinking about how I backed away when we almost kissed.

I wasn't sure why,
but the truth was I didn't want to admit to myself why

You never brought it up,
I kissed you the next time I saw you
We started fucking within the next few weeks, we stopped seeing each other after 8 months, I found myself owning a box of your stuff.

I used to love wasting time in the barnes and noble where you work and where we initially met.

We made out in the history aisle that day you were so sure you wanted to quit your job.

But they let you off with a warning and you still work there. Now I have to buy my books online.

What do you have to give up now because of me?