I am the apple core

The one that you grasp hold of

After you have done eating

Ready to throw me away

Disposable

But anxiously holding on to avoid causing a scene

Crumbling away

Little pieces of apple falling onto your lap

Squeezing me too tight and my juices fall down your hand

You stare at the bin just waiting for your chance

To get rid

There is nothing I can do but wait for the inevitable

I can not grasp back

I can not plead for my life

I can not stop you from getting brave and venturing to the bin

I can not make you want me

All I do is wait…