On The Bottom Shelf

I am never your first choice

You open the door

The light is blinding

I am hoping that you’ll choose me this time

But you chose someone else instead

You don't choose me because they call me sour

Tart

Disgusting

I am a sucker for a happy ending though

For an ending where I am at your lips

You close the door

The light turns off

You open the door again

The light turns on

And once again choose someone else

At this point I am bruised

Unused but so mistreated

I want to give you every piece of me

I need a purpose

The door slams

The light vanishes

Days go by before I see you again

I am withering away

I grow soft and my color has faded

I feel something evil growing inside of me

You open the door

The light turns on

You look at me in disgust

You grab me

Your warmth makes me hopeful

But before I know it, I am among dirty napkins and plastic snack bags at

the bottom of your trash bin

This is my life

My life as the moldy lemon