I want to throw your toothbrush out.
You haven't said you were leaving me
but it feels like it.
I want to get rid of it.
Right now.
The longer I keep it
and hold on to hope
the harder it'll be later
when the promise is dead.
I can hide behind my anger now,
it'll be depression in just a week if you leave me.
And having to get rid of you then
will be so much worse.