You use me, then you trash me
Just kidding. You don’t trash me. You just stop texting me once you get what you wanted. Like that guy. He leaves me when he gets a girlfriend. No goodbye, no warning, no anything. And when he gets his butt dumped in a week, he comes crawling back for me. Like we can just walk together again like before. You’re just like him. I knew you would stop texting me once I told you who it was. And you did.
