I float around the room like paper
A soft, warn, flimsy piece
That no one no longer has use for
Recycle me when you feel it is convenient
I'll be here waiting
It seems as if the longer I wait
The more I am thinning to
the artists who helped mold my existence
However for them I am thankful.
Friends, family, lovers.
I am nervous I will thin
Until I disappear
At least then my heartbreak will escape me
And all I will have left is a crappy poem
