Toothbrush With Trust Issues

Just… be gentle, okay?

Every morning you reach for me,

Half awake, no loyalty.

I show up, I do my part,

Scrubbing you clean like it's matters of the heart.

But I see new boxes on the shelf

Are you replacing me with someone else?

Every morning you use me,

Every night you confuse me

You leave me staring at the sink alone.

I give you my bristles,

You give me mixed signals

I'm just a toothbrush with a worried soul.

I've been with you through cavities,

Midnight snacks and tragedies.

But one cracked handle and suddenly

You're scrolling online for "soft mint green."

Do you even see how hard I try?

I'm bending backwards every time.

Every morning you use me,

Every night you abuse me

Tossed in a cup like a forgotten friend.

I give you my bristles,

You give me small signals

Am I disposable when trends begin?

Maybe I care too much

Maybe I cling too tight

But I was made for you,

Not for someone new tonight.

Please don't replace me

Not yet… I'm not ready.

Every morning you choose me,

But someday you'll lose me

Or maybe you won't — maybe I've got it wrong.

I give you my bristles,

Through all your bad issues

Maybe you'll keep me just a little long.

Thanks… for not throwing me out.