Taking Out The Trash

Saw you with her today...
Wanted to cry, scream, or just disappear.
How could you choose her over me?
You told me you loved me once.
Guess every word from your mouth was a lie.
Now, I look at you and wonder...
WTF was I ever thinking?
I realize now, being sad about losing you to her
Is like being sad that the garbage man picked up the trash.
Besides, my mother always taught me
To give my used toys to the less fortunate.