shelf

You never really loved me you only loved the way I loved you.
How it felt it felt good to you the way I loved you but you never really loved me.
When I was yours you but me there not even on the top shelf somewhere between other meaningless things they weren’t even that beautiful.
I was covered in dust and you forgot you put me there cleaning those meaningless things but I was covered the most in it.
But you showed me around proudly it is very beautiful other’s were jealous and you felt good again .
You saw the dust but why clean it it is still beautiful enough.
Someone who knew how to care and love but she chosen and it felt good you won again.
Tasteless things they were next to her but you rather like them they didn’t need much cleaning or anything else but the she did so you throw her out of the shelf.
Denied that you didn’t know what to do with her denied what her worth actually is and she really has it all.
Maybe one day someone will find her in the dumpster you left her and will care and love her removing the dust polish her.