Tossing

Throwing away the shit that made us sick.  The shit that just sits around. I'm keeping that which I can't replace; the coffee and vomit mornings, the loneliness...the bills go to the shredder, like my flesh and mind...all trash. And I remember hanging out at the bar, waiting for her. But all I wanted was for her to not get hurt... I didn't really care about her, or anyone but I knew this chick was on a bad path. So I fucked her, as if that was better. And we kept fucking and then she broke up with me. "but I was trying to help... oh forget it...you're pregnant? I never came, too bored.