You said the last word.
I am done responding back.
That is all for now.

I've drank a thousand beers
I've smoked a million cigarrettes
I've ate at least a hundred Twix bars
I've watched Breakfast at Tiffany's hours on end
I've flirted with every male waiter that brings me
unfulfilling dish after unfulfilling dish
I've bought weekly **** dark outfits
and I've spent my life savings
on beautiful MAC make-up and a new Legacy
and pumps I think you'd like
I've gotten my hair colored every color I can think of
I've tried being an apathetic punk, an upbeat cowgirl,  
a wide-eyed polyanna, a harsh madonna, a ****-you-feline,
an emotionally charged marilyn, and a classy Diane
I've memorized witty jokes, and roasts, and rivetting last lines
I've modeled and sang and became an athlete
I've played hard to get, I've played easy and teasy
And I've twirled my hair and crossed my legs
and learned to walk while swaying my hips
I've ran miles and kilometers and meters and
I've lifted weights and done zumba and yoga and hiked and biked and

****.

There's no comfort                                  and no          getting    to                                        ­                    you.

They enter my office
and I am their landfill
They take a cozy seat
on my blue heartbroken couch
They unload all of their garbage
One by one
a banana peel of tears
an alluminum leftover
of regret
and as their tainted trash
piles to the cieling
I take it all from them
with nothing in return
I offer them a clean towel
and an uncluttered
clear hope
And I genuinely
love them for it

I will take all of your dirt
and brown disgust
you've held in bins
all these years
once a week
as long as you want
my beautiful dears

Underneath the surface
And mind you, this is true of everyone
Lies something far more interesting
Much more intriguing
And often darker than anything you can  see

Take a girl
She's pretty, has a smile on her face
Laughs and flirts and teaser her way through the day
But alone, she is wreck
A mess of self hatred and bitterness
Waging a war on her body

Take a boy
He's tall, handsome, strong
A stud athlete, a great character kid
The kind of son you want your child to grow up to be
Yet on the inside he is miserable
Dad's a drunk with a temper
Mom left years ago
And he blames himself every moment for that
Wishing he wasn't alive

Take a woman
She works hard, with kids and a job
The children are smart, well mannered
They'd make any mother proud, and they are her pride and joy
But her husband is always gone on business
And the pain is too much to bear
So she turns to the pills that make her forget
The pills that came to run her life

Take a man
Wealthy, successful
Straight laced and out spoken, climbing that corporate ladder
A bachelor, and everyone assumes its by choice
H chose career over family and thrived
Or so they think
But little do they know he has a secret
A wife isn't exactly his style
He loves another man, who hates him for it
So he throws himself into his work
Until his fire had died, and he is burnt out

On the surface, success is a wonderful guise
For all the pain we bury inside

I saw you don't you remember?
I saw you,
you had this walk that was so smooth,
these eyes that pierced through me like bullets penetrating the heart of a soldier,
these holes that you gave me,
they don't bleed anymore,
they stopped,
well until,
until I saw you again,
I run and run to you,
but with every step I learn of what I thought was impossible,
it wasn't you,
it was your enigma veiled over a man that i thought was you,
his every move, in my eyes, was yours
I had given him your voice, your smile, your ambition, I had given him everything,
and yet there was something that was already there,
it was in his eyes,
they said it all,
your eyes and his were so alike because I saw the fact that he had never known me,
the only difference was that he never had to erase,
erase me, us, everything we had,
in both of your eyes I had never existed,
so even if you don't remember me,
I'll carefully fold, like silk, your enigma and place it where it belongs,
and when I find man's eyes that say they love me and they won't let go
I'll veil it over him,
and pretend that he is you

Authors and actors and artists and such
Never know nothing, and never know much.
Sculptors and singers and those of their kidney
Tell their affairs from Seattle to Sydney.
Playwrights and poets and such horses' necks
Start off from anywhere, end up at ***.
Diarists, critics, and similar roe
Never say nothing, and never say no.
People Who Do Things exceed my endurance;
God, for a man that solicits insurance!

I'm sick of embarking in dories
  Upon an emotional sea.
I'm wearied of playing Dolores
  (A role never written for me).

I'll never again like a cub lick
  My wounds while I squeal at the hurt.
No more I'll go walking in public,
  My heart hanging out of my shirt.

I'm tired of entwining me garlands
  Of weather-worn hemlock and bay.
I'm over my longing for far lands--
  I wouldn't give that for Cathay.

I'm through with performing the ballet
  Of love unrequited and told.
Euterpe, I tender you vale;
  Good-by, and take care of that cold.

I'm done with this burning and giving
  And reeling the rhymes of my woes.
And how I'll be making my living,
  The Lord in His mystery knows.

they say dreams
are the garbage of your day.

i agree.

considering my life
consists entirely of
garbage,

there is nothing left
to do than to conclude
that yes,

my life is garbage
my dreams are garbage
therefore,
i am garbage.

but garbage gets taken out
and picked up by men
every week.
so I guess I can't be
garbage
after all.