Look at Me

I follow you like a starved dog follows a hot dog stand. Begging for scraps. Kicking up plastic bottles and empty sandwich wraps.

I watch you with hopeful eyes. To me, you could do no wrong. Patiently, I wait, while you cater to others, and stare right over me.

Why can I never forget you?

When you have already forgotten me.

I hate you like an addict hates the fall. A glance from you is the high I need more than the air I breathe.

My heart is weak, fueled only by the trash you leave behind.

Oh wait,

I understand,

Because to you,

I am trash.