Non-Refundable (Poetry)

I don’t think I would love me
if I was the last person on this earth
I’d advise me — save the heartbreak
it would hurt more than I’m worth

I’m a less-than-special offer
of this sad season or the next
I’d mark me down as ‘damaged goods’
I’m way too shop-soiled and I’m wrecked

In fact it would be so much kinder
if I turned and walked away
and burned my photographs of me
so I’ll forget myself some rainy day

I’m not the girl I used to think I was
I’m really head-to-toe pretend
a travesty — a mess of foolish bits
far too broken-up to ever mend

I’m guaranteed to be a let-down
oh, the fancy package might attract
but love makes everyone unstable
and no one gets their deposit back