Left on read

Maybe I’m the kind of person you leave behind at truck stops

Or that granola bar in the bottom of your bag

You leave me there but once I get too crushed you throw me away

Maybe I’m just the type of person you make plans with and instantly regrets them

Because I made 6 plans this weekend and none of the people remembered me

Or to call me and say they weren’t coming

I was just left here waiting

And I keep telling myself it’s okay

They must have forget people forget sometimes

But

Am I really so forgettable

…so unwanted