Some people have been cast aside,
hanging on the clearance rack of love,
For far too long.

You pick them up,
Try them on,
And say you can’t believe the price,
But you wonder why they were there to begin with.

Some people are too picky,
And their price is just too high,
While some people chafe your nipples
Or irritate your skin if worn too long
But some are just unlucky.

Some are just not fashionable,
Or out-of-season,
Too warm of a sweater in a post-dating climate
Where attachment is gone and summer styles
Are all the rage.

Everyone wants to let their skin breathe,
Except a chosen few,
And mist are just serial shopaholics
Always looking for a new style.

We invent ourselves through new lovers
Just like we buy new fashions
But an asshole is still an asshole
Even if they dress like Mother Theresa.

Its not the accessory on your arm that makes you,
Its what comes out of your mouth
And what you allow inside you or find yourself in.