EXPIRY DATE
I feel like loving me comes with an expiry date.
That I have this use by, best before date,
Etched into all the pieces of my soul.
The only stay a few moments type, the place you rest and move on.
The forever temporary person.
Maybe it’s because I give all the parts of myself to you, in hopes you’ll stay this time.
But maybe that’s the thing, you never wanted to stay, you wanted the quick fix.
And as long as you used me within my use by date, you knew I’d give them to you.













