You Were Garbage

Don't sit there telling me you understand.
You don't. You don't know anything. You're dirt.
I wonder why you figure that your shirt
Is filled with human tissue. It's just sand.
I think you stink. You drink, you sink. I planned
To tell you yesterday, but I was hurt
And you were garbage. I've become alert
To hot, cold, spice, and flavour. You are bland.

I'm such a lovely person, pleasant, sweet,
So full of love, with such a tender heart.
My generosity is just the start:
My personality remains replete
With kindness for the world, here at my feet.
You are a seeping drain. You are a fart.