Distance, or something

Written: 2024

You know I know you know
I called you, right?
We dance in silence-
well I dance anyways,
You’re wallflowering me
from a hundred miles away
and it’s tough, rough even
because you invited me
to this thing two weeks ago,
and now I’m passing you notes
day after day
trying to accept
and I see you see them-
f**k that’s a stupid invention,
like whoever came up the idea
of making sure you know
you’re being ignored
must have literally never
experienced anxiety ever.
Leave it to some tech bro
to make lives worse-
rehearse, rehearsed
and we’re living in reverse.