So unbelievable yet entirely plausible
that you treat me as though I’m easily ignorable.
Am I so conceivable I’m not worth your mulling?
You are a scheduled suspense and I don't know what to bring.
I admit my edges do not sparkle, sharp cut — They have a dull, plastic-like bend.
So I’m less offended, more quietly disheartened
That you disposed of me as a friend.