![]() Caps = ampersandsA Poem by Jon R.T.![]() Emo type song![]() I can almost see his California frosted tipped hair and trendy Charizard tattoo. Him: I’m sitting down. Thinking about deleting all these pictures of us from my memory. This poem is not for you, it's for me. I’m trying to disassociate. But I just can’t seem to make myself think that way. You probably already made it. A gif of me. Inside your head. Some stupid meme you can share with your best friends. About how you stepped away. And that you weren’t fazed at all. Trust when I say. I’m glad we canceled it. But I won’t forget. The pic I took. Inside my mind of your face that night. When I said fine. Or tell anyone. How we both cried. I’ll keep that between just you and I. There’s no need to put us on blast. You did a great job of that on your IG. And if you read this tweet. This poem is not for you. This poem is not for you, it's for me. I’m just hanging out. Checking my DM’s cause, it just dinged. An all-caps header reads. Her: HEY IT’S ME! Can we talk this out? Let’s just spend one more night again together please. Him: Hey it’s me. Didn’t you cancel us as on your media feed. It’s funny how you make it about what you always need. Everything stops and you take precedent. So, I didn’t work out. With that rich kid who makes NFTs. Or the turbo Chad after that. And now you're back to me. Go back and stalk my tweets. This poem is not for you. This poem is not for you, it's for me. Her: I’m lying around. Thinking how you could just delete. All those pictures of us from your page. Well, I’m not some EVIL bi&çh. not even asking you to simp for me. Please believe. Him: Oh, I see. Now that I’m getting popular. You must have had a look at my followers. I should've guessed it’s the clout you chase. Her: Quit acting like you made it. You're not even famous. You were always block chained to that iPad screen. You never made an investment in me. Him: So, you hit me up. Just to pick a fight with words spelled in CAPs with an ampersand. �'�Look I’m pointing out how sincere I think this is. Looks like you win again. This poem is about you. © 2023 Jon R.T. |
Author![]() Jon R.T.ALAboutWhat is poetry to me? I can’t say. I’m not a poet. A dusty tome of words from learned fame resting to impart feelings. Pay a king's weighted penny and they will bound, them in pres.. more..Writing
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