Bread End PB&J

by Weeping Willow   Apr 8, 2020


You don't ever miss me
Like I miss you
I'm an aftertaste
In your mouth
That reminds you
That you've eaten

I'm not something you crave
Like decadent chocolate
I'm a staple, consistent
Like a peanut butter and jelly
Made with bread ends on the
Thursday before payday
And although you relish in me
In the moment
Remember with a sweet nostalgia how
Good it is

You don't want me
When there's other options
And I want you like you're the only option

You remember me when
Your ego is barren
Your cup is empty
So I fill it
I serve a purpose
To get you through to the next day
Bread end PB and J

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  • 1 year ago

    by Ink

    I like this poem a lot, very heartfelt, I like how much you convey with brevity. very relatable. regards Ink

  • 4 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    The metaphor of you being the end pieces, wow, that hit hard. In my family, those end bread pieces are sometimes thrown away, and I have to remind my family members to save them from me, that they are still good, that it is a waste to discard of perfectly good bread.

    The depth in this, the pain in realizing how we give to others who just take and take, how our love and dedication can be constant yet do not receive that same support and loyalty and appreciation back.

    Thank you for sharing this.

    • 3 years ago

      by Weeping Willow

      Thank you so much. This definitely came from a place of great pain. I’m glad it resonated with you

  • 4 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    If this is literal, it must be hard to swallow, as it were. There is little worse than feeling you are not loved quite as much as you should be.

    Take care

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