trash can

Had you told me your intent was to use me and toss me away, I may have dealt with that. I'm not one to hold to illusions, time has taught me to know better. As foolish as you may think of me, this is not a foolish girl with which you play your games. I know the drill. The whisper of sweet nothings means less and less each time I hear them. After all, this is not but more than a means to your ends. You got what you wanted. I'm nothing more than another notch in your belt. And to mask my pain, to mask my sadness, I'll chalk you up to not much more than another notch in my lip stick case. It pains me to do so, I thought so much more of you. But, I refuse to be the one left standing holding my bleeding heart in my hands and wanting for your return.