Wasted Love

Lovers taking

a trashcan journey,

looking for love

in all the wrong places,

amid the smell

of moldy sex,

stinking in putrid drops

from garbage can rim,

vile contents from

poor judgment.

Face covered in ants

wiped clean

by discarded condoms,

naked unprotected hearts

drowning in coughed spit

and clouded eyes.

Rusty foundation

for groveling sex

as they squeeze

bodies like toothpaste

until they run dry.

One night stand

buried in trash can

overflowing with

littered self-doubt,

thrown out

one particle

at a time

where sordid

truth lies

buried in

damaged souls.